In the space before dawn, lovers dream,
drifting on the night becalmed
while the moon sails on,
too occupied charting his course across the heavens
to linger long and offer any solace to their grief
that the night is swiftly passing.
say there is time for making wishes!
On he sails, their lament rising:
spread your shadows like dreams under our feet!
Let star showers weave themselves like pearls across our path;
Tracing his swift course they cry:
look at the time, it’s just before dawning!
Say there is time for dancing
while the night is still cool and the stars are so bright!
Still he sails on,
this silver-tipped ship,
high above their furtive cries.