Night is like a quiet sea

Night is like a quiet sea:

joy and sorrow and the laments of love

become tangled up

in the gentle throbbing of the waves.

Desires are like clouds

that sail through the quiet space:

who can recognize in the mild wind

whether they are thoughts or dreams?

Even if my heart and mouth now are closed,

that once so easily lamented to the stars,

still, at the bottom of my heart

there remains the gentle throbbing of those waves.