Nocturne

To Puabi

Tender, grateful tears arise;
Washing her deep sapphire eyes;
The pupils glisten in the night,
While she turns her head to look
Into mine.
I feel her tears as they fall;
First on her cheek, then onto mine.
I wipe them away carefully;
She shows me rows of pearls.

"Beloved!"
"Be happy, darling!"
"Aw! I am always happy here, with you!"
"I am happy with you, too."