When you behold into the sky from the earth, That it seems: in the height, azure and lovely, The clouds interflowed with the sky so narrowly, What none can demarcate them, neither nerve.
My unearthly love like a heaven blue, But despite of the azure marvel, you Are so far from me as clouds are far From the sky, light moon and daystar.
I'm on the station of expectation. The rain Is spiny. It's cold. I'm waiting for you, your train For going with you into the town of happiness. Each minute is longer than aeon in loneliness.
Station of expectation, can you say? I pray! Really are you the terminal on my short way?