From behind somber clouds
The grinning moon shone
A white landscape glittering tearfully
He has found, no, I have found
My other.

The wind (though it carried off anything and everything)
Was powerless to he, who had no beginning
But whose hands I felt my beginning,
Something that could fill me
My other.

Our hands wove like a harmony
The world around us danced
From a frozen nightly slumber
Sprouted the sun, spring,
My other.