1. O my nickname, from the melody of the strings
And kinds of basil and flowers

2. And a stream I witnessed becoming a sky that rises
In it the cups like the full moons

3. So separation between your love and worry
And gathering between water and fire

4. And it is as if the water-bearers are night moons
Walking around, turning the sun of day

5. Embers in bliss and eyelids
In languor and faces blushing

6. If you disagree that it is the sun, then look
At its light when it sets over the moons