The leaves grown dark 
By the autumn wind fall 
Cover the ground, 
Cover your body, 
The wrapping of your being 
That hides your true ego. 
The warm dew of your eyes flows, 
Nothing is there to wait for her, 
It gets lost in the void, 
Nothing needs their torpor. 
Glitter in the sun 
That passes through your body 
And immerses it in candid dazzle, 
The night is coming, the 
Orient is dancing, 
Whirling in his veils, voluptuous dance 
Wraps the world. .
And the wood that contains you, 
Oh my goddess. 
And all is mystery, 
Possible enigma, incomprehensible fear.