1. How often, my love
As night envelops the prairies

2. I wander alone, and in the dark
There is no companion but my shadow

3. I turn my tears into a melody
And make my poetry a flute

4. Can the rubble I set ablaze
With my insides respond?

5. The fire eats away at it
And the wind scatters the remnants

6. How miserable the flute between
Yearning and demise

7. It sings and sings sorrowfully
Voicing my complaints

8. Appeasing whom we folded
To his wandering desire

9. Until an apparition appears
I recognized from my youth

10. It draws near me and my lips
Draw near its lips

11. Then my dream fades
And my eyes awaken

12. And I go on listening, listening
Hearing nothing but my echo