Hugsun

A moony beam into an old stream- 

A maiden swan dances into waters

Sweet tune-

An eagle sailed to lonely lands-

A spring dove sings, 

Through the thickets of rosewood-

And later moon shines lovely brimful.

Recalling me my freest moments of babyhood.

Be not pitiless but befriends with me, 

Sing all! As long as you're with me, 

I feel sorrow free...