1. O winds that shake the sails
And spread fear upon the faced

2. Is it not time for the meaning to rest
And for the ship to anchor without rocking?!

3. So I slowly lower my eyelids... a little
Gently slipping into their shade

4. And I settle a dream between your eyes
Below the eyelids, above the eyelashes

5. And I cast upon the bank of this stream
And abundant heart this fatigue

6. With the pains of imaginations of the pains of days
A slim, gentle, wretched lute

7. I seduce the kohl-lined evening
With blinking, generous, and passion

8. And I frequent the tavern of these blossoming smiles
This gentle, smooth, fragrant moisture

9. I repeat the evening and unveil what is between
My heart and your heart shedding all barriers

10. I search this purity, this clarity
This scent, this spring, this wonder

11. O my night... harbor of the soul
Its expanse, its embers, its flames

12. And its wine... its hiding place and its refuge
Between the stars and above the clouds

13. Princess of this vast space
And desire of this ardent heart

14. To the serenity of confession I yearn, to
An orchard of shades, good drinks