Love Concealed

While in the cold air
The moon dances with the stars
Why doth in the still of the nightI
The sun disappears?
Can it not be munificent enough
to share its glory with the lesser lights?

While from the east
The wind gusts strongly
Why from the earth
Is the bamboo not uprooted?
Can it not forget its boastfulness
and its pliancy dwindle?

While in the ocean
The fish dance with the current
Why doth it take a thousand men
To rupture a timid clam?
Can it not be fairly generous
To bestow its stone to a destitute man?

While the ocean
Waits in idleness
Why doth its waters
The river delivers not to the sea?
Can it not entrust its watercourse to it
Than squander it in the heat of the sun?

Somehow the sun will accompany
The moon in her loneliness
Ere she falls and wanders in space
From the earth
The bamboo will soon be uprooted
Ere the wind loses its impulse

Its gateway, the clam will open
And its nacre bequeath as a gift
Ere the destitute man dies
Someday its waters
The river will surrender to the ocean
Ere she empties herself