1. Among the branches I feel your song
It stirs, it flutters the wings and thoughts

2. And you nest poems, intoxicated, for it
Above the enamored ribs - you have pulpits

3. Say: by your Lord, shall I forget a throb
For its murmur the senses and sights waver

4. The feast has come, suddenly awake
Your ghosts to orchestrate tidings to you

5. No matter how the distance yawns between us
And the hand of life prevailed and drew the curtains