Dedicatiion

I stared into the distant blue,
Contemplating the moon's debut.
What did you give me in your despair?
You couldn't even grasp who you are!

The waters don't cloud with the passing of age,
From the depths, the spring water beats on the stage,
The gentle mountains are always so green.
And my yellow flower, it has not bowed down, unseen...

All that was unreal has suddenly come true,
The night is shrouded in a free light anew,
And the cranes are crying in the meadow wide,
To overcome the sorrow, and turn the tide...

The wildness ended. The shouting grew still.
One broke away from the earth, against his will.
He kept yelling: "What's higher?! What's higher?!"
The other birds called out: "No, wait, don't fly, stay near!"

The lines pour out beneath the flute's sweet sound,
The forest spirit dances round and round, as he was bound...
The echoes of the faded constellations
Are answering the wanderers, I have no lamentations!

All that was unreal has suddenly come true,
The night is shrouded in a free light anew,
And the cranes are crying in the meadow wide,
To overcome the sorrow, and turn the tide...

For my soul has plunged into the deep thought's flow...
I won't sleep this night, that is what I know.
Look my way, my dearest, sweet and kind,
I swear to you, I will leave my sadness behind!

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