1

Sunlight alights and plays by my baby's sleeping head.
Sunlight is the baby's guest.

Each day since the baby was born
has been smooth as silk.
My child
who cannot see yet.

My baby sleeps sound all day long;
sleep is baby's cradle.
Held in sleep, my baby is growing.

Baby is a small garden of peace,
a bubbling stream of joy.

Baby is a lamp for mother.
When I am with baby
my heart is clear and bright.

2

My baby has no name yet.
Like the charming new-born chick or puppy
that has no name,
my baby has no name yet.

Dawn or night,
or hazy evening
I have been searching and searching
among the numberless letters,
but there is no word so sweet
to call my baby.

The field of stars in the sky,
the pearls that lie piled beneath the sea:
Where can I find
a name for my baby?

My baby has no name yet.
As no one knows the name for the white flower
and the blue bird sent for the first time
from some far distant land,
I do not know the name yet
for my child.