here I was standing, an astounded fool;
the window-frame you remained cool.
to spare just a smile on your lips, rosy, tender?
to save even an warm regard, not to render?
that I myself felt lost in the inapposite place
each yellow sunbeam in a withering space.
this side I have still been always alone
upon my plight, a plankton grown.
night I rely on wine to booze – gee! –
imagine your opening arms intended for me.
do continue to be chilly in the extreme!
As for me, I live my life in each solitary dream!
Translation by THANH-THANH