One.
One dawn—or let it be you…….what harm, tell me?
In existence’s crowd, existence turns and returns……
All the butterflies retreat—seeking only caterpillars.
They say this is nature’s cruelty!
I say this is only punishment—what is deserved!
She comes…….
After all this time……
From the other shore……
Descends to possess a mere name…….
Not death, but pressed close to life……
Yet how terribly merciless she remains……
Becoming someone else’s…….
Why does it happen so! Who can know!
If she had been near,
I would have pushed her away…….
Ah, life runs on that very name!
Is it more pleasure? Or merely tending to sorrow’s care?
I think, how perfect this torment is!
Love!—what a difficult condition,
Life revolves on this one condition!
Without this condition everything runs smoothly, quite naturally!
The relationless relation remains bound in affection,
Love is of a different color, practiced carefully in another tune,
So there’s no barrier in greeting!
Know this as congratulation!
I know your livelihood comes from distributing pain,
You’re invincible through cunning,
How easily you draw the map of suffering!
Two.
She builds a wall and dreams……..
Says she’ll push away, remove—
From far to farther still………
Climbing that rough wall
Wounded and more wounded—
I reach the peak
To see only her!
She comes from afar……..
I’ve heard in my ears
On dry leaves
A murmuring sound;
There too she’s said to dwell mixed in!
Innocent, I go searching
And lose myself
In what whim!
When darkness comes, the one who fears,
She, I know, remains—
In the deepest dark!
To whom I am rough,
Very coarse……
In the midst of dense green
I wander seeking her!
The more paths I walk,
The more the path is lost!
To catch her, to show the way—
Whose power is that!
Three.
My home—
Lies among books!
She dwells
In the mind’s depths!
You waterfall—
From where this water comes flowing,
Where it goes to merge
Did you ever wonder?
I am alas only the bottom
Of a discarded well…..
A thousand years have passed, yet
I remain the same in the same water!
Some love and lose themselves,
Some come close only to move away—
Beyond this there are other people!
Such people must be bound
By drawing close, by loving, by heart’s understanding.
They understand love’s tune rightly
In gratitude or in passion.
Those who love,
And
For whom love
Must keep everyone—
Very carefully in the mind’s depths!
In this faithful sky, when bright sun burns overhead
We’ll get drenched again—together.
Still let those who love remain well
—this is my prayer!