From this life-pond, o my song
Fill your beak
With the water of my existence.
It will not stay until tomorrow -
The radiance of pain,
Or the swans of grief.
Fill your beak today.

Listen ,o my song,
Life-ponds are deceptive,
They dry up in a flash.
The water of existence
Turns ashen and sour
Though you wish it would not happen.
Do not blame me tomorrow
Do not be angry tomorrow,
Fill your beak today.

I am told that the swans of grief
Are greedy.
When a heart dies, they sing.
They gather tears in the season of separation,
Gather them and fly.
They fly away, such a flight do they take,
They never return home.
Fill your beak today.

O my song,
If you fill your beak,
I will wrap it in gold,
I will become your slave,
I will become your shadow.
I beg you,
Do not, like me
Die thirsting,
Fill your beak today.

From this life-pond, o my song
Fill your beak
With the water of my existence.
It will not stay until tomorrow -
The radiance of pain,
Or the swans of grief.
Fill your beak today.