caution

o beloved!

behind the walls of that wind
that I hear outside
you disappeared, for a long time,
and I was parched of thirst
at the bank of the river.

I threw up my arms
in despair!

and I brushed aside the curtain, and
there you were, laughing.

again and again, I do not listen
but that I am silent.
if I am to hear your voice
I must sing!