I will guard my torch
At the entrance to the sultry garden.
You'll be flowers and leaves weave
High along the fence.
Flower star in tears dew
It escapes me from the heights.
I'll be the guardian of his beauty -
silent astrologer.
But in a passionate hour wall low,
Forbidden love color.
On the trail of the first flower
Open the way for others.
Flowery brook flows -
And no stars.
And I forget the expense of strict
entailing colors.
4 December 1902
