A divine breeze
(Erë hyjnore)
And a divine breeze always billows
When the day goes mad
And tugs nighttime by the hair,
Disrobing it
In the vaults of heaven.

Yes, a divine breeze
Always burgeons
To cover the shame of the stars shining
Over the bare dunes of the desert.

Lord, oh Lord,
Who can calm
The lust of unspoken words,
The outburst of unwept tears,
The liquids of longing which do not sleep?