Autumnal

More beautiful than summer is green, this yellow;

More beautiful than spring is pale, this scarlet of leaves;

The airs of day in autumn are sweet, nevertheless I weep;

The moon of night in autumn is mellow,

But under the leaf of the moon I can not sleep.

The tree of autumn burns so intensely that I hold my breath,

Knowing too well its silver skeleton of death,

Knowing that leaves put on fire but to drift down the sky...

Because I am so happy with you, beloved, I can only cry.