These things that are small and few and golden,
I will hold them on my lips like sugar
– savoring them for their sweetness
Until they dissolve and new crystals are left there.
And when salt is given instead,
Stinging bitterly that sensitive organ,
I will recall those moments
– small, few, golden –
And take the salt for its flavor,
In order that the sweetness to come (whatever might bring it)
May be all the more precious.
And when the two mingle,
I will taste them both and lift my voice for both their blessings.