As the cloud for the sun

As the cloud for the sun

yearns, and wanders anxiously,

And, warmed through wih heavenly bliss,

Hangs on its breast as it dies:

As the sunflower turns

To the sun its gaze

And does not refrain

Until its own eye breaks:

As the eagle on its path of clouds

Yearningly ascends in heaven's tent,

And is intoxicated by the bath of sunlight,

And falls blindly to the earth:

So also must I, too, pine anxiously,

Peering and trying to see you,

To hang on your gaze

And from its brilliance, perish.