The days are nothing.
Plant and foliage grow silently,
at night a star falls down,
a leopard leaves its footprints.

The wind blows into my eyes
sometimes it stirs my heart
to see the land so plain and beautiful.

If I sit very still
I think I can join the big mountains
in their speechless ardour.

Where no sun is visible
the hills are washed with light.
The river sings
love floats!
love floats!
But I have no dreams.