Lamentable cries of the night,
Rustling of steps from afar I can hear,
She comes uncalled, perhaps unwelcomed...
But i call, i welcome and i keep,
Your words lull well, so soft and sweet,
Third month because of them I cannot sleep.
Again, again you came to me insomnia!
I recognize your face.
What is it devine beauty? what is it lawless moon?
Dont you like my melancholic tune?
Sit with me, tell me something new.
Windows curtained with white cloth,
Blue twilight streaming,
Motionless sad haze...
Or are we comforted by from afar news?
Why am I so at ease with you?