If: from the fluency
of this world
you are summoned
and descend upon me
like the snow,
I'll catch you on my tongue,
lie down in you
and beat my wings.
If you befit a proverb,
I'll write you in the sand
with unringed hand
and bamboo branch.
When, in the wind
I sense a tinge of you,
I'll raise my kite
to dance with you.
If from this zenith
you are drawn:
say not goodnight,
but in a brighter vistaâe
Jusqu'a ce que nous,
nous racunissions encore
(until we meet again).