Who sings by the pond's quiet, rippling shore?
An unknown melody stirs, my heart seeks more.
Restless, I linger; no peace in these walls,
The echoes of notes—whose voice endlessly calls?
Not mere human tones, but a bird’s sweet refrain,
Whoever hears, be they demon or sane,
Shall find their fate sealed; waves cease their embrace,
Boats will capsize, none shall leave a trace.
Soothing and soft is the melody's pull,
Sleeplessness claims me; I bow to its rule.
O Goddess of Sound, reveal who you are,
Let your voice touch me, heal every scar.
My soul takes flight to the unknown's spell,
Who sings by the pond? I must know who dwells.
