I can't see the stars,
And fluttering wings of babies;
I can’t see soft down pour
Of streaming tears upon my breast,
And the lashes of lightening
In the streams of falling tears;
I can’t escape the avalanche of death,
And atonce I can’t cut the strings of love
I can’t escape the festoons of wet eyelids
On all four sides of my bed.
Some where dogs are barking
The wind in the house is howling.
As cries in the sky splattered into pieces
A star in the sky is slowly sliding down.
The silence heaps up heavily around
Like a horse my breath gallops in fright
To the borderline between life and death
There, life and death are fighting in a bout.
As the breath of the air suddenly flamed up
A new clod of mud remained on the earth.
As the heart of waters shuddered
A flower of light blossomed up
And the swan of soul took up
Its heavenly flight!
