The moon goes on a journey

from this world to the nether world.

I am going with it, and you are

the only one who knows.

I’ll pass through the seven spheres

and the dark earth.

I see no end to this journey,

but there must be an end.

The moon is thin and bright.

It has no luggage.

It has no companion.

It is journeying with

the air it carries.

In the same way,

I’m journeying with

the air I carry.

I’m going with the

intoxication of love.

I am drunk. I am happy.

I carry this moon.

I have no idea

what is going to happen.

I have no destination.

I don’t know where I’m headed.

What is this?

I don’t know.

I can’t describe it in words.

I’m going and going.

The heart of a lover

is not quiet.

It is the moon

that doesn’t stop on the way.

It goes,

and goes,

and goes,

and goes.