Sometimes green, sometimes crimson, sometimes golden—
the sky holds every hue, a parade of colors
where twilight's play gradually comes to an end,
then only solitude remains;
and evening descends upon this earth…
very slowly evening descends
around the blue expanse of sky.
This is how it happens every day—
losing my gaze in the darkness above,
with an artist's yearning to create, again and again
this heart of mine searches for someone.
Before me, in the darkness stretching to the horizon
sometimes a timid note of despair sounds,
and I think, perhaps this is only a mirage—
a dream-mist drifting with surplus life—
the life here holds no hint of permanence;
suddenly from within rises a deep, aching sigh,
the poisonous vapor of sorrow shrouds the infinite world ahead,
the long pilgrimage path of seeking.
Yet conviction awakens, the mind grows firm with resolve,
so with searching eyes I seek you constantly.
From behind sleep's veil someone seems to call and say,
you are there at evening's shore in the sky's blue depths,
you are there in nature's free movement—
after tireless duty with life
with victory's garland in hand.
Then one day I found you.
Moment by moment, how many years and ages I crossed,
I remember nothing of it, remember nothing
of nature's cruel mockery;
in my heart torn by debris began
the new history of creation.