You are alone on the beach.
With your back turning toward the world,
with your eyes fixing on the horizon,
with your ears being buried in dull sound of wave,
you don’t look lonely.
Perhaps your yearning is your lover.
You, sitting alone in a packed café,
don’t look lonely.
You don’t seem to be waiting for somebody.
Whom do you give your smile to?
Ah! You are sharing a cup of coffee
with your longing sitting vis-à-vis with you.
Can I be jealous?
I will make your yearning my rival in love,
I will hate your longing that took away your loneliness and
I will pour my sigh on your back that doesn’t look lonely.
Look, my love!
Nobody’s going to sit on your bench.
There’s no seat by you.
While pacing around your bench,
should I make my longing for you my lover?
As the doe pants for streams of water,
So the buck longs for the doe.
As David’s soul pants for God,
My soul longs for you.
Like a doe that wanders around for water,
I, like a buck, would fill my hollow heart with yearning,
sniffing the scent of you small footprints.
You are my beloved doe.
As David’s heart is ripped to pieces,
and his soul is broken into fragments
by longing for God,
even though My heart is exploded,
My life is shattered into dust and
is blown up in the air,
as if the buck jumps with joy
at the trace of the doe,
as if David is rejoiced at the voice of God,
longing is my energy.
The doe that is drinking water in the stream,
How fortunate I am
Since I can only see its shadow!
The buck that is watching doe’s shadow behind a tree,
being afraid that its longing might get away…