The far-off pink nymphaea


There is someone to lounge
Next lake in the deserted afternoon
Dully trails of thin fog
The far-off pink nymphaea.

The far-off pink nymphaea
Like lips of the girl
Succulent ripe lips of love
That are sweet-scented to tremble;

Early evening petals close up
That like the hesitant smile
The fog spreads around lightly
Throughout lake-surface dewed with tears;

Like eyes dewed with tears
Next lake in the deserted afternoon
Dully trails of thin fog
The far-off pink nymphaea.