Last night I heard your long-drawn sighs,
And knew that in your heart were memories.
Then, actually and of its own accord, the Gate of Heaven opened;
Our two souls were joined — I saw you face to face.
Not only did you proffer me the pillow of Shamanka Mountain,
But you also brought a meal held level with your brow.
I stood to look, and then lay down again,
When suddenly I woke to find you were not by my side.
How could you know that for this spirit-wounded one
A flood of tears has soaked my breast?