Last night I gave a message to a star
To carry to the moon, however far
To deliver to the sun whose rays can turn
The rocks to golden emblems as they burn.
I bared my breast and pointed to the pain
Just so the star could make my message plain
You rock the crib to give an infant rest
My pounding heart I cradled in my breast
And yet my heart for hunger was not still
It wouldn’t find its fulfilment until
He who all the multitude doth feed
Would lend his love to my heart’s fervent need.
He is the heartache all I say to him
Is, “Saki, fill my cup up to the brim.”