That is the thing, which I had lost That is what had just fled That was the spark that died in the ashes The father of all the flames That was the grain that burst into thousands Died to be reborn again There is that sun which blinded me The star that withheld all its light A flower one has longed to pluck The desires that came in every dream Haunted all the visions that I could see In every sigh on a star-lit night Yes, that is what had eluded me, had fluttered, enticing, constantly A sleep that lead to dreams and then The dreams that woke me up again A joy that I had found and feared too much Which yet was mine, at a single touch