In this empty room, there are a thousand flightpaths— from this to beyond that,from this nothing to you.Seeking union with the moon,this fish secretly swims up at night—to kiss the surface.

What I once wanted and what I got— when my soul turned in your direction. Alas, I had been living in such a limited way.

All day with everyone, at night in my room, in crowded street or walking alone. Something’s tormenting my soul, something’s dragging me forcefully—towards the hidden world.

Love said to me, don’t try to define me,If you think you can put me into words,alas, my friend, you are at loss.I am hidden from hidden things,secrete of secretes.I am different in each heart,a hundred million faces,a hundred million languages—without a single word.If you think you can define me,alas, my friend, you are at loss.

Love said to me, don’t try to define me, If you think you can put me into words, alas, my friend, you are at loss. I am hidden from hidden things,secrete of secretes. I am different in each heart, a hundred million faces, a hundred million languages— without a single word. If you think you can define me,alas, my friend, you are at loss.

This deer senses a lion sitting nearby, heart racing, mind stunned,madness, running towards... Last night—in the gathering, you looked at me, I kept gazing for another look, then another and another…

I might not rhymelike others would—in your mind.But at the end,I promise—I'll make sense to you.

Many times, I stepped in the mud.Every time, you turned it to gold. If not for your love, I deserve nothing—but disappearance of my whole being.

O wild soul, turn back to the source. Your clay house is crumbling into dust.

I don't know what keeps me mingled— in excitement and grief. I know no name of this fire I burn in— but only that it is and I am.