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.