This night will fade away and

The moonlight also will vanish.

The only thing that will not die out

And carry on smiling sweetly,

Are your dreams, my beloved.

I will not wake you up, my living dream

Of a maiden, disrupting your dreams,

As you sleep like a flower on a bed,

Spread out by the bluish blue nights.

You are a dance that came seeking

For the anklet to adorn your feet;

A silent song that came in quest of a lute.

I will not try to awaken you from that slumber.


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