1. You have an imagination in your eyelids, ever dramatized,
And a memory in your heart, ever entrusted.

2. And to your home we yearn, youthful,
Spilling the vessels of tears, sending them off.

3. Those dwellings - no cloud passes by them,
Craving them, without a languishing eye.

4. It hurts them not, when they alight in its glades,
That no lofty abode is seen in them.