I am wandering in search of a secluded corner. I have taken refuge at this mountain's side.

Attraction of springs in their broken songs is excellent, like the infant's supplication, who is learning to speak.

The evening stars are established on the throne of twilight's rubies: The spectacle of the evening's beauty is Paradise for the observant's eye.

Silence of separation's evening was an excuse to me; someone's memory taught singing of this ode to me.

This is the state of my impatient soul; I am like the small baby who is left alone.

He starts the music in the darkness of the night. He considers his own voice as someone else's voice.

In this way I give message of patience to my heart; in other words I beguile the night of separation