In no poems I can find something
to describe that which is between us,
to bring the wondrous experience
on paper to words
and when I look at you I am half blinded
in contemplation as if in the darkness
and have to come to the confession:
my thoughts are devoured
as if I myself cannot get words
to catch the light in your eyes,
the loveliness coming deep from the soul,
to let hang that which is between us
in a few words
and about it I feel wordless and mute.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem