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I couldn’t find my sweetheart’s grave

I looked for days and found no sign.

I started weeping then, and called

“Where have you gone, Suliko mine?”

I saw a solitary rose

growing all by itself apart,

and breathlessly, I asked at once:

“Suliko, is that you, sweetheart?”

In token of consent, the rose

then trembled, bowing low her head,

and precious pearls of heaven’s dew

dropped as tears to the earth instead

I glimpsed a silent nightingale

within the leafy canopy

I asked the bird so taciturn:

“Suliko, is it you I see?”

The little singer fluttered down and touched the rose so tenderly

then voiced a spring of wistful notes

as if to say, “Yes, yes.  It’s me.”

A star above me shone so bright-

as if it tried to let me know

its name-and so I asked in tears

“and are you really Suliko?”

It shone more brightly and I knew

the answer it had given me:

Even the wind confirmed my choice

and whispered to me joyfully

“Here’s what you’ve been looking for:

Rest.  Your search is now complete.

Every day can now be happy

Every night can now be sweet.

“In three has bloomed the precious One:

A rose, a nightingale, a star-

Because the three of you on earth

Each loved each other as you are.”

And since that day I do not seek

to find my sweetheart’s resting place-

I don’t complain day after day

with scalding tears wet on my face

I listen to the nightingale,

I smell the rose, I see the star-

I can’t express my peaceful sense

of truly knowing how things are.

Since then, true joy fills up my life-

Accursed till I came to know

the how and now and where of you-