Chapter II

I said to myself:

If I go down to the water and wash, I will split

(If I split, I will double...and I smiled)

After I bathed

From Lips' heat

Blossoms wove themselves into a shawl with which

I wrapped my shivering body

(My throne floating like an ark)

A sparrow fluttered to my head

And, alighting, shook off its dew

I gazed in the water's depth

I gazed

And saw my face adorned with a thom-wreath