Reaching Melancholiah

A pond portrays mirage.
Which mirrors deep space - deep space
I dive again into pleasures
By taking myself to the pond
I perceive the place where I lost my love
Now, only grey woods are standing in the frost
I touch it I feel it my faded love
I'm somewhere here, but I can't behold !
Brooks streams and somber liquid lies in vague pond
Lamenting sounds from cathedral we hear... or do we ?