Way after midnight.
I couldn’t find sleep, with you in my mind …
I think of your smile. All the time …
My poems blaze up
When you look at me
Like if you could find
In my face the reason
For your open heart …

I dreamed of you.
We went for a break at the riverside.
A butterfly came into sight…
Its wings were beating like my heart
Sit on the loom,
It was a frame,
On which you’ve knotted
Silver threads …

Ah, linger on, thou art so fair!
I see the growing …
Of a silky carpet,
Woven out of silver threads
Ah, linger on, thou art so fair!
Two pair of hands,
Two pair of wings
Come close to each other …

Through a courtyard,
We went back,
There was your hand, by accident
It touched mine,
Behold! In my dream
The colours I mean,
Silver for me
Woven razor-sharp wit
(And tenderness)

Its wings were beating like my heart
Sit on the loom,
It was a frame,
On which you’ve knotted
Silver threads …

Ah, linger on, thou art so fair!
I see the growing …
Of a silky carpet,
Woven out of silver threads
Ah, linger on, thou art so fair!
Two pair of hands,
Two pair of wings
Come close to each other …

Behold! In my dream
The colours, I mean,
And on the loom this butterfly …