The leaves grown darkBy the autumn wind fallCover the ground,Cover your body,The wrapping of your beingThat hides your true ego.
The warm dew of your eyes flows,Nothing is there to wait for her,It gets lost in the void,Nothing needs their torpor.
Glitter in the sunThat passes through your bodyAnd immerses it in candid dazzle,The night is coming, the Orient is dancing,Whirling in his veils, voluptuous danceWraps the world.
.And the wood that contains you,Oh my goddess. And all is mystery,Possible enigma, incomprehensible fear.