Calm down, because the earth is burdened with wails of grief.
He will not give birth to a melody and singing.
Calm down, because the spirits of the night ignored the whisper secrets, and shadows did not stop in front of dreams.
Be still, my heart. Lighten up till dawn, because she is waiting patiently morning will greet the morning with strength. He who loves light, loved light.
Be still my heart, and listen to my words.
IN a dream I saw a magpie sing when he flew over the crater of an erupting volcano.
I saw Lili flower petals stuck behind snow.
I saw an angel naked dancing-dancing among the grave stones.
I saw a child laughing and playing with skulls.
I saw all of these creatures in a dream. When I awoke and looked around, I saw the volcano spewed flame, but I do not hear the magpie sing, nor did I see him fly.
I saw the sky sprinkled snow on the fields and valleys, white coated corpses of lilies frozen.
I saw the graves, in rows, upright in front of a quiet eras. But none saw there swaying in the dance, nor bowed in prayer.
While awake, I saw grief and pain; Where did all the fun and excitement the dream?
Why is the beauty of the dream vanished, and how the picture-the picture disappear? How could souls stuck to the bed to bring back the spirits of the desires and expectations?
HEAR me, and hear my words.
Overnight my soul is a tree that is strong and old, thrust their roots into the earth and its branches catch toward infinity.
My soul is flowering in spring, bear fruit in the summer. In the autumn I gathered the fruit in a silver bowl and kuletakkannya halfway. People passing pick and eat them, and went on their way.
KALA autumn passed and she commended gita swapped into songs of death and laments, I found everyone had left me except the only fruit on a silver tray.
I grabbed it and ate it, and felt the bitterness like aloes, sour green grapes tub.
I'm talking to myself, "A disaster for me, because had I placed an anathema in the form of people's mouths, and hostility in his stomach.
"What have you done, my soul, with your roots sweetness that has seeped from the bowel of the earth, with incense leaf-daunmu who have sipped the sun?"
Then I pulled my soul staunch tree and old.
I pulled the roots of the clay in which he had sprouted and flourished. I pulled the roots of her past, shed a thousand memories of spring and autumn thousand.
And once again I sowed my soul trees elsewhere.
I sowed her wild whose place away from the streets of time. I spent the night with awake at his side, saying, "Viewing shared evening bring us closer twinkling stars."
I gave him a drink with blood and tears, saying, "There is a form of fragrance in the blood, and the tears form of sweetness."
When spring arrives, my soul bloom once again.
IN the summer of soul bearing fruit. When autumn arrives, I gathered ripe fruits in trays of gold and placed it in the middle of the road. People passing by, one by one or in groups, but none menghulurkan hand to take bahagiannya.
So I took and ate it, taste the sweetness like honey selection, delicious as spring of paradise, very pleasant like the wine of Babylon, fragrant bath fragrances of jasmine.
I screamed, "People do not want mercy on her mouth or truth in their gut, because grace is the daughter of tears and blood son the truth!"
Then I switched and sat in the shade of a tree in a meadow lonely soul whose place away from the road of time.
Be still, my heart, till dawn.
Calm down, because the sky blow the stench of death and can not take your breath.
Listen, my heart, and listen to me talk.
Overnight mind is the ship that terumbang and forth by the waves and driven by the wind from coast to coast
Ships mind a blank except for the seven bowls endowed with colors, brilliantly colorful.
The time came when I felt tired of floating-drift above sea level, and said,
"I'm going back to my mind empty vessel to the port of the city where I was born."
When my work is finished, the ship mind
I start painting the sides of my ship with colors - sunset yellow, green, new flower season, the blue dome of the sky, the red twilight becomes small. On-screen and steering-implant implant kuukirkan amazing, pleasing to the eyes and a pleasant sight.
When my work is finished, the ship my mind like a broad view of a prophet, spinning in infinity of sea and sky. I entered my city harbor, and people show up to see me with praise and gratitude. They took me into the city, beating drums and flute.
This they did karana the outside of my boat decorated with brilliant, but nobody goes into the ship my mind.
Nobody asked me if I had brought from across the sea
Nobody knew why I came back with my empty vessel to port.
Then to myself, I said, "I have misled people, and with the seven vials of the color of their eyes have kudustai"
After a year I was boarding my mind and kulayari at sea for the second time.
I sailed to the eastern islands, and fill my boat with myrrh and frankincense, aloes and sandalwood trees.
I sailed to the islands of the west, and bring gold ore and ivory, rubies and emeralds, and embroidered and purple clothes.
From the islands of the south I go back with chains and sharp swords, long spears, as well as various types of weapons.
I filled my mind with the ship possessions and goods of the earth and back to port my city, saying, "My people will certainly flatter me, is already for sure. They will carry me into the city, singing and blowing trumpets"
But when I arrived at the harbor, nobody came out to see me. When I entered the city streets, no one noticed me.
I stood in the square while cursing at people that I bring a wealth of fruit and earth. They looked at me, her mouth filled with laughter, scorn on their faces. Then they turned away from me.
I went back to the harbor, upset and confused. Soon I saw my ship. So I see the struggles and hopes of the journey blocking attention. I screamed.
The ocean waves have stolen the paint from the sides of my ship, leaving nothing but bones scattered.
Wind, storm and sun have removed the paintings from the screen, eclipsing it as gray and worn clothing.
I collected the goods of the earth and wealth into a boat floating on the water surface. I went back to my people, but they refused me because their eyes only see the outside.
At that time my mind I left the ship and went to the city of death. I sat between the graves are painted lime, contemplating its secrets.
Be still, my heart, till dawn.
Calm down, despite the raging tempest revile your inner promptings, and caves of the valley will not echo the sound of your voice.
Be still, my heart, till dawn. Because he who wait patiently until dawn, the morning will embrace it with gusto.
NUN there! Dawn, my heart. Speak, if you're able to talk!
That procession of the dawn, my heart! Will the silent night paralyzing depths of your heart sing to welcome the dawn?
Look flock of pigeons and a humming bird hovering over the valley. Will the horror of the night hinder thee to occupy the wings with them?
The shepherds guiding their flocks of cattle and a cage.
Will the spirits of the night off to follow them to greener pastures?
Boys and girls rushed to the vineyard. Why do not you move and walk with them?
Rise up, my heart, getting up and walking with the dawn, because the night had passed. Fears night disappeared with his dark dreams.
Rise up, my heart, and only voiced your voice in song, because only the children of darkness who fail to blend into the song of the dawn.