The moon gazes at me with its fierce eyes
As the sun shines upon it with a burning light
And the soul of mine goes on a trip
Desolate and alone
It travels nigh
And with nothing to exploit and with nothing to accompany
The desire to befriend grows utmost fierce
And sense gives way to desire.
But if I see the sun on the horizon
Shining with temperament, still and fierce
And the moon dull yet bright,
And the pine trees swaying from left to right
Ecstasy surrounds me
As nature envelops me.