My distant, yet most beloved One, calls me,
attracting me with His flute playing,
and pulling my heart,
during my gaps of thought.

I do not want to respond,
though He calls me day and night,
through unknown tunes,
in the core of heart,
and in the flowering branches of my mind.

That friend of mine is beyond the time factor.
He is sweet, unseen and beyond thought.
He is the moon to abandon oneself to,
who remains coated with the pollen of love.