|You have been given the restlessness of Day and Night,|
We know not whether you are made of clay or mercury;
We hear you are created from clay,
But in your nature is the glitter of Stars and Moon.
Your sleep would be preferable over much wakefulness
If you could behold your own beauty even in a dream!
Your morning sighs are invaluable
For they are the water to your ancient tree.
Your melody unravels the secret of life
For it is Nature that has attuned your organ.