Clear Lake, Don'T Let the Wind Erase My Image

How joyous is to see the reflection of oneself in calm waters that slowly flow, but like anything that was and will be must be swallowed by death; and unpleasant as it is, every living soul will know sorrow! Clear lake, don't let the wind erase my image... it must survive until this body dies in silent whisper, to allow no person loved or unloved grieve in fear... as this spirit flees to the highest sky, it is purified by the strongest sage! And shouldn't my departure be glorious? It ought to be announced by conscience, by that merit which many deserve when there shouldn't be silence! How powerful is to understand a mystery that the mighty ones have defiled with modified words to make followers tremble, and fill their minds with untruths until they are tried and found guilty of conspiracy even with a clean hand... will they face the fury of the Creator for the unrest in His temple? Clear lake, don't let the wind erase my image, to trouble the delightful moments of this perfect noon... when the quite sparrows pity me more than themselves losing all courage; and do I console them by singing like a loud croon? Tomorrow perched on the lowest maple tree, they'll remember their friend... someone who was too afraid of seeing his image being stolen by the unkind wind!