Oh clear night
Oh night which more gorgeous than amethyst
Oh night that has merged
The one who I love most
Absorbing beloved into my dream
Upon my blossoming heart
Which I kept for her alone
There I lay sleeping
And I care for her
There in a breeze from high hills
When cool breeze blew from inner center
Swaying her hair and gown
I touched my chin
With her gentle hand
Enduring all my feelings
I forgot myself
Laying my hope on my beloved
All things melted, I went out from myself
Leaving my adores
Forgotten among the lotus
(inspired by Robert Schumann’s Chiarina)
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