I don't know how it found  you, but
tonight is the full yellow moon,
it is shining like gold, and the grass is submissive,
the farmers are working hard, cutting it for the cows,

My real lover has come,
he returned, but
he is drunk,
and I don't know how to touch him,
I don't know how to kiss him,

My lover returned -
God is one, has no equal,
but, I don't know how to love  him,
Caresse him

the sea fills me up till there is no more space for dying
thoughts turn themselves into a boundless edge
the wind tells me there is only wonder
seashells have forgotten the stories of the depth
my hands want  to rediscover their dreaming
wild birds try the geometry of the sky
and whispers they become