The Only One
–Elizaveta Bagryana
Was it you yesterday?
Is it you now?
Will it be you with me tomorrow?

That face I see
against my closed eyelids,
that silhouette with a changing shadow
walking with me always,
that voice at the morning
Wakening me, making me sing,
that name I call you by –
are they yours? are they yours?

Is it you or is it
the image and name
of my thirst,
that waits trembling
like the thirst of the fruited earth
for a rainbearing cloud?

Is it you or is it
the image and name
of my grieving
for that one,
eternal,
faithful companion –
as the moon is to earth.

Is it you?