Like a startled bird;
Away flown yesterday,
With the wings of the wind,
While upon the arms of pillow i lay:
Cherishing the beauty amidst her eyes not hand;
Fetching liquid treasure with basket in my mind,
While winter travels by.
You disappeared like the night:
revealing a naked day,
Like the snap of the finger;
You flutter and sneak away,
Never to revisit here again.
Was it known of your vast feet,
Would i till my garden
And make blossom its bud:
Will thou succumb to the caressing lips of lullaby
Like a tender tot:
shall i array you a bronze colar,
And a golden chain to adorn thy feet:
Till tomorrow never come;
Till you vomit all my treasure,
You have quietly swallowed:
Could i cajole here again,
Will i make feeble thy feet:
For all my reverie,
I'd carve forever real.
Am still dreaming!