In the bud

(1) Folded up

Tightly shut

You seek out

The light of the sun.

(2) Now you shake,

Now you wave,

Languishing

By the wind cradled,

(3) Restored to calm,

And comforted,

You spend the night

Beside the pond.

(4) Close mewed,

In passions rude,

You’re covered over

With fresh dew.

(5) Openly,

Happily,

You awaken

And call the bee.

(6) Pure white,

All bright,

A flower on the branch

The Lord requites.

J.E. Tatengkeng
tr. after Damais