You
walked by the riverside path with the full pitcher upon your hip.
Why
did you swiftly turn your face and peep at me through your fluttering
veil?
That
gleaming look from the dark came upon me like a breeze that sends a
shiver through the sipping water and sweeps away to the shadowy shore.
It
came to me like a bird of the evening that hurriedly flies across the
lampless room from the one open window to the other, and disappears in
the night.
You
are hidden like a star behind the hills, and I am a passer-by upon the
road.
But
why did you stop for a moment and glance at my face through your veil
while you walked by the riverside path with the full pitcher upon your
hip?