Are you awake?

Are you awake, sun-smell of my body,

my scent of blond bees?

Are you wafting on the world,

my sweet perfume of honey?

At night when my footsteps

roam in the silence,

do you announce my presence,

fragrance of my lilacs and warm roses?

Am I like a bunch of fruit

hidden in the leaves

which nothing makes visible

but which can be smelt at night?

Does he know at this moment

that I'm loosening my hair

and that it breathes;

can he smell it on the ground?

Can he sense that I'm reaching out my arms

and that my voice which he does not hear

is perfumed

with the lilies of my valleys?