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31 In the world, the wealth I own is only a part, and the rest are in dreams.You, who have been avoiding my touch, come quietly to your dream and cover your light. In the terrors of darkness, in the whispers of things unseen, in the winds of unknown shores, I will know you. I will recognize you in tears of sorrow that burst with joy. 32 I know, I love, and one day you'll capture my heart.Through your stars in heaven, your gaze penetrates into my dreams; Moonlight is your messenger, bringing your thoughts, I meditate, with tears in my eyes. The sunny blue sky, the trembling of timid green leaves, the sound of the shepherd boy’s flute in idle moments, the drizzle of dusk, the pain of my heart in loneliness, these are all you are telling me about love.

33 Someone quietly put a flower of love in my hand. Someone stole my heart and threw it across the sky. I do not know whether I have found him, or am still seeking him everywhere; whether this is great joy, or great pain. 34 The drizzle swept across the sky, and the frangipani drank its rich fragrance in the wet, drunken wind. An indescribable joy rippling in the chest of the deep night, this is the joy of the veiled blue sky that hides the stars, it is the joy of the deep night forest resounding with the lingering sound of birdsong. Let joy fill my heart, and let me steal it into the day.

35 During the day, I drifted everywhere, feeling safe, never noticing the wonders of your path, for I was proud of my steps; your light was so bright that I could not see your presence. Now, night has come.In the night, I walk on the road, and I feel you every step of the way. The fragrance of flowers is rippling in the quiet night—like a mother whispering to her child when the candle is extinguished. I hold your hand tightly, in loneliness, I feel your comfort. 36 I sail through the night to the feast of life, and the golden cup of morning fills me with light. I sing happily. But I don't know who the giver is, and I forgot to ask his name.

At noon, the sun was scorching in the sky, and the dust under our feet was scorching. I was so thirsty that I came to the well. Someone filled a glass of water for me. I drank it all. I love the ruby ​​glass, it's as sweet as a kiss, but I didn't see who was holding the water glass, and I forgot to ask his name. On a weary night, I headed home. My guide came with a lamp and waved to me. I asked his name, but in the silent night, I only saw his lights, and felt his smile pervading the night sky. 37 Don't go, don't leave me, because it's night now. The path through the fields was bleak and dark, lost in mist; and the weary earth lay still, motionless, like a blind man without his staff.It seems like I've been waiting for years for this moment to light my lamps and pick my flowers.

I have reached the boundless sea, determined to leap and disappear forever. 38 Before dawn, you touched me gently, but I didn't know it. Your message quietly invaded my sleep, and I opened my eyes with tears of joy. Your whispers are ringing in the universe, and my body is bathed in the ocean of songs.My heart surrenders to you in reverence, like a dewy little flower bowing its head; I feel the torrent of life rushing towards eternity. 39 It has been a long time since anyone came to my house as a guest. My door is locked and the windows are tightly closed; I thought my nights would be lonely.

When I opened my eyes, the darkness had vanished. I arose and ran to the door, and saw the bars all broken, and your morning wind and sun were waving their banners outside the open door. When the door is shut and I'm a prisoner in my cell, my mind is always plotting how to escape, to roam outside. Now, beside the open door, I sit quietly, waiting for your arrival.You bound me with my freedom. 40 Extinguish the candle, my heart, extinguish the candle of your lonely night. Open your door, for the morning light is just outside. Put your lute in the corner, my heart, put the lute that accompanies you through your lonely life in the corner.

Go out the door in silence, for the morning sings your own song.