A mystery silently I say,
in silence I long.
What mystery my heart asks for,
to tell about you at the well.
To bring the string into this world
of water, becoming a river,
the mystery written in the song
whispering like a spring.
I shall say nothing about you,
Nor call it a well,
and no fit tree will sigh
in branches on Christmas Eve.
I gain nothing from the stars
mirroring in the spring,
and no one of them
as morning star will bend.
I shall say nothing about you,
the mystery is sealed
to the world and men,
all of them concealed.
English Translation by Zorin Diaconescu