Unknown waiting is virulent death unmasked,
In the interludes of hope, impatience and despair,
The aroma of life lost, like vapor in the wind,
The drifting islands far and wide in the ocean of sighs and sorrows,
Till the memories fade,
Till the soul is filled with ashes and the earth,
Wait unending, without hope and despair.
Look, there is a sprout, a kindled fire,
A dark lightning in the unfathomable space,
And the hoots of owls in darkness.
In a speck of dust, a new blade of grass shoots in eternity,
Braving the sun, space and life.
Lend your ears,
A footstep resonates in the distance, near and nearer!
Everything given is ungiven and forgiven.