1. I saw above the stream a flowerpot
Filled with saffron, tilting over.

2. I scolded its color, intoxicated by tears -
Scolding avails me naught.

3. O you who shunned me as the eyes of the frog
Shun the stars above,

4. So I look with my lovelorn eyes
But cannot see you, nor you see me.

5. I cannot make you turn back
Until the ostrich returns.

6. Is there anything but death to free us -
One death, not two deaths?