English Translation

Above the clouds where dusk comes
Always flying bởi itself
The hawk is probably grieving is it not
In the wind's midst even sound stops
The wings that grasp the sky
Resting is a thing they cannot do

To what compares the heart?
This tim, trái tim that is like a hawk
To what compares the heart?
Of grief that seems to vòng tròn the sky

In boulder's shadow near falling rain
Always blossoming small
The hoa is probably sad is it not
In the rain's midst even colour finishes
Of lightly peach-coloured petals
Without a hand to tình yêu them

To what compares the heart?
This tim, trái tim that is like a flower...