I like for you to be still: I as though you were absent, 
and you do not hear me far away and my voice does not touch you . 
It seems as though your eyes had flown away 
and it seems that a kiss had sealed your mouth 

As all things are filled with my soul 
you emerge from the things, filled with my soul. 
You are like my soul, a butterfly of dream, 
and you are like the word Melancholy. 

I like for you to be still, and you are still far away. 
It sounds as though you were lamenting, a butterfly cooing like a dove . 
And you hear me from far away, and my voice does not reach you : 

Let me come to be still in you silence. 
And let me talk to you with your silence that is bright as a lamp, simple as a ring. 
You are like the night, with its stillness and constellations . 
Your silence is that of a star, as remote and candid. 

I like for you to be still: it is though you were absent, 
distant and full of sorrow as though you had died. 
One word then, one smile, is enough. 
And I am happy, happy that it's not true.