The days of our life are short. And nights? Oh, nights are almost endless. White haze over the river’s bank, stars – in the sky, in churches – candles.
Full moon comes out to show the way. The leaves keep silent, all is quiet, the dog in drowsiness – the earth is also permeated by it. I’ll bend to water – waves are light, a star will be caught in my hand. And life of mine is like the Moon’s stream will through my fingers fall as sand.