I think of you when the sun’s shimmer
Glows from the sea.
I think of you when the moon’s glimmer
Is mirrored in the springs.
I see you when, on a distant road,
Dust rises,
In the deep night, when on the narrow bridge
The wanderer trembles.
I hear you when, there with muffled rustling,
The wave swells.
In the silent grove, I often go to listen,
When all is still.
I am with you—though you are so far away—
You are near to me.
The sun sets; soon only the stars light up.
Oh, were you here!