Look the clouds freely drift about so elegant, so proud her graceful lotus footprints walk without bound half asleep, half drunk, she lies down moving dark shadows around weaving fantasy with exuberant colors and enchanting sound
the clouds feel tired of the old worldly affairs morning and evening constantly exchange hope and despair the many weary days of rain and smoke disappear only in my poems I weep with words and tears who can comprehend such dreary reminiscences I bear for years
shyly, I smile my poetic heart satisfied with merry clouds by and by wonders away as far as can be I find my life as wild as born free not knowing loneliness paints you so cool, so blue in the wind how I wish it were all true