I love the night, you know—oh how I love it! Each night that comes... How deep and beautiful it is, like your two eyes! Warm, like your breath! Fresh, like your laughter! Peaceful, like your embrace!
These are all my intimate feelings. I feel you so deeply, so... as if I have never been severed from your arms. For ages and ages, that is where I dwell. This feeling is divine—I did not strive and yearn to achieve it. That such a thing could be desired, I never even thought! I only thought: night will come, and it will be mine.
When night comes, I return to my own dwelling, my homecoming happens in solitude, so quietly. When night deepens, I am peaceful, still, safe! Just as I feel when I come to you, when I hear your voice, when I think of you—I have returned to myself. Let me return forever! There is only one home—'you'.
You spoke truly—this mingling is beginningless, this oneness of souls will never break. When you and I exchange a few words, you remain mine. When we do not, still you remain mine. When you come close, you remain mine. When you journey far away, you remain mine alone. When I set out to walk the railway tracks alone, you remain mine. When I lose my way and fall silent, you remain mine. You remain mine alone, I remain yours alone. I once said: even if you build your home on the moon, I will be your path.
My love is so utterly simple... I am well when I am with you. This—that you dwell secretly mingled in my moments, that your existence burns bright within my existence—this is called peace. I write, you walk beside me, you touch and remain touching, I sit on the veranda, you float in the breeze, I am absorbed in outer life, you caress me softly, I listen to songs, you paint dreams in the melody, you bloom forever fresh in my garden, I weep, you hold me tight against your chest and keep me as your own— this is called love.
I once believed I had learned to live utterly alone; in truth, that could never be—I understand now. When you are not here, that is when you remain the most. You exist, you have never forgotten to let me know. Just as you are—this is how I want you, do you understand! I am never able to tell you how many wandering thoughts drift across my eyelids, in the windows of my mind, how many moments are born between you and me—I cannot tell you!
I know you cannot tell me either. Then are we secret wanderers... do we love best to love in secret? Perhaps so, or perhaps not. My mind has yet to achieve such sophistication. But I have grown rich—you have made me rich, in your shadow I am growing constantly. Let me grow, know this: I love such growing. In night's embrace, in your shadow, I am a small life; the only nectar of that life—that too is you!
You are that person who lets me fly in the boundless sky without a string, when I grow tired of flying, you caress me and set me floating in infinity, yet you never say: girl, you need not fly so high in that vast sky, lightning may strike, don't go there...! Silently in shadow, in tenderness, you never forget to shelter and protect me—you are this person of mine! You are vast eternity, spreading centuries-wide, in your infinity you have made me infinite too!
In my city, your dwelling became permanent long ago... Here there is no room for questions anymore, there never was. Two dwellers have built a home in one dwelling—let no one in the world know this! They steal away feelings, pluck them carefully and plant them in their own sanctuary! No one wants to understand that you are my solitary afternoon—one cannot simply swing into it at will! Two pairs of lips on either side of a teacup—one cannot simply sip from it at will. This is so difficult, impossible, unreal. You know, don't you, that an afternoon never has two roots.