I see a lonely bird that flew in darkness,
Through the cut crease of a moonlit night,
Though tonight when you choose to leave, my love,
I would ask for this light that ceases
This forgiveness that it overturns, my wet helm rejects,
What honour would this eternal sunshine bestow,
For my hands that spread like crumbled leaves of autumn,
Yet this crushing prayer can no longer be found.
My love, speak no more! For this darkness overturns our shadows,
Nay, Your foolish heart wonders, this reflection in water, no longer counts,
For tonight this honour sits weak under the stars,
And waking of this hour is doomed to bound.
Return then, These hands are untied from an unforgiving prayer,
Sure, my whispering won’t give any secrets away,
The wind though carries your scent to my beloved,
For in His chanting, this longing heart exclaims your name instead.