But yesterday
Moonsails were raking high the harbour of my dreams.
Dull night of trees,
Dark sorrows drooping,
Glittering raindrops gleam on you
In recollection
Of my despair.
But yesterday
Stardust was scattered deep on the dark gulf of my dreams.
Wind of the night,
Questing, swaying, calling,
Rustle of dull grasses,
Why do you trouble me?
Yesterday
Purple mist was powdered on the windless sea of dreams.
Faces of the night that pass me,
Haggard, monotonous faces,
Windblown hair and lustful lips,
I am not what you desire.
Yesterday
One — two — sails above the mist —.
Windswallows that hover
Towards the rainclouds of the horizon,
Out of the reedy harbours
Rocking, swaying, falling,
Blown to sea and parted
Yesterday,
Yesterday.