Lady, you have filled these exile days of mine,
With sweetness, made a foreign traveler your own,
As easily as these unfamiliar stars, quietly,
Cooly smiling from heaven, have likewise given me,
Welcome. When I stood at this window and stared,
At the southern sky, a message seemed to slide,
Into my soul from the harmony of the stars,
A solemn music that said, "We know you are ours-
Guest of our light from the day you passed,
From darkness into the world, always our guest."
Lady, your kindness is a star,
the same solemn tune
In your glance seems to say, "I know you are mine."
I do not know your language,
But I hear your melody: "Poet, guest of my love, my guest eternally."
