Beyond the Indies and Caspian Sea
are trembling hills
easily seen when the night skies are clear
I have longed to show them to you

Near a far valley in a separate grove
where rivers glide past peaceful places
I have lived
Where strangers meet
and their troubles are soothed
The reasons of their coming
are as innumerable as the bees in summer

From such an experience
the loveliest companion I had
In one incomparable moment
my faithful company left me without much
My eyes opened
as I broke away and floated free
from deep in a meadow of dreams
with the steady wind blowing softly
across the flowers no man on earth had planted