Where dew has settled on your cheek,
      the moonlight makes a pallid sheen ~
      the rest of you cannot be seen ~
the whole of you is pure mystique.

You walk somewhat apart from me,
      as though encircled in a sphere ~
      I listen but I cannot hear
the secret word you say to me.

Your eyes are shadowed from the light,
      I cannot tell what they conceal ~
      I cannot fathom what you feel ~
your cloak enfolds you in the night.