When the crab advances towards the moon
The sea of love crashes into mirrors
And there are readers filled with fortune.
Filled with fortune, the readers
Arrive at the love of mirrors
When the moon falls towards the crab.
The moon falls. The sea crashes. Mirrors
Are dying of love for the crab
That risks its life for the moon.
Then the moon fills up. Readers,
Before the moon, are like the crab:
They fall, they rise, towards mirror love.
May you have crab, readers, and moon.
May you find yourselves in the sea of mirrors;
May you be filled with the sea and with fortune.
May you crash into new seas, may you be crabs
In mirrors of moon and readings.
And love in excess, filled with mirrors.
Let’s fall towards the sea of crabs:
There the seas overflow with love,
There begins the reading of the moon.
Translation by Kathleen Snodgrass