Window, colorful flowerbeds,

An organ plays herein.

Shadows dance on wallpapers,

Fantastically a mad succession.

Ablaze the bushes wave

And a swarm of gnats sways.

Far away scythes mow in the acre

And an ancient water sings.

Whose breath comes to caress me?

Swallows draw insane signs.

Quietly there in the boundlessness

The golden woodland flows out.

Flames flicker in the flowerbeds.

Woozily the mad succession ecstacizes

On the yellowish wallpapers.

Someone looks in through the door.

Incense smells sweet and like a pear

And glass and chest dusk.

Slowly the hot forehead

Bends toward white stars.