1. A friend called you, so noble it seemed
As if he were ill, living his final days

2. To a shore flowing as if you were its water
The purity of conscience or sweetness of manners

3. And the slope wings rush to in youth
Barely moving, fluttering softly

4. As lightning sheathed itself in the sky
Doe's eyelids brimmed with tears

5. My thoughts have turned to the meadows
I lingered, barely sipping my wine

6. On the roof of blessings I remembered you
And necks bent, eyes glanced

7. Pluck from it flowers as if
Dew tinged lovers' eyelids