In your sleep, / At the threshold of your dreams, / I wait and gaze silently on your face / As the morning star first appears at your window. / In the same way, by the sea-shore, / The ascetic plunged in meditation / Gazes towards the East — / His hours of vigil pass away in sleepless ecstasy, / As he looks forward to his immersion / In the first light of morning. // With mine eyes, / I shall drink the first smile / That blooms on your half-opened lips / Like a flower-bud — / This is my wish.