Seeing delightful things, hearing sweet sounds,
since a man becomes sad even though they please him:
Surely, he remembers in his heart something he is yet
– friendships in another life, whose emotion is constant.
See, shy one, the Sun
hanging in the West has made
With his long image in the water of the lake
a causeway as of gold.
The Moon, combing the darkness with his beams,
as if with his fingers the massy hair of night,
Seems to kiss her face
whose eyes – the lotuses – have closed into their buds…