The Engrossed Body of the Undressed Night
Look at the engrossed body of the undressed night
how the gentle wind touches the ice-heart,
and how it climbs the butter-tender domes
and how two desires meet up at their peaks.
And when the granite-fragrance becomes strong,
the spoiled heart forgets its sorrowfulness
and longs to be spoiled in more fragrance.
In this state of adequate happiness
it seems to be immersed and die.
Such a death rouses another thirst
in the parched breast of the earth.
However much the two desires are met at their peaks,
the trap of god has never been known to have failed;
this ascent and descent go on
with showers of sparks life-long.
They just stop once for all
when shrouded in white dress
and numbed by powerlessness.