shyness

If you look at me, I become beautiful

as if the grass were clothed in descending dew.

When the river recedes, the tall reeds

No longer recognize my glowing face.

I am shy, of my forlorn mouth,

my hoarse voice, and my clumsy knees.

Now you look at me and approach me.

I feel my pity, naked and groping.

No stone that you met on the road

Then this woman you picked up

More naked in the dawn's light.

Because you saw her and heard her song.

I will be silent so that no one

I will be silent, so that no one who passes on the field may know that I am happy.

Silence from the light that shines on my rough forehead

Silent on all the trembling of my hands ......

The night comes, and the dew falls on the grass.

Look long at me, I think, and speak warmly.

May tomorrow when the river recedes, the one you

kissed, she is already covered with beauty all around.