According to the will of fate
I have come...
I emerge from the flood
A living soul.
My memory is torn by the night.
The night is enshrouded with darkness.
I wander around the world
Searching for a meaning...
I want to drink a toast to happiness...
Here I am gulping the toast to death.
I cry....Is there any survival?
I hear no response...
But the hot winds caressing the grass of silent graves...
And the world plunging into illusion and vanity...
Do you remember the mad rain,
And the wood of the vessel hanging on the summit?
O intoxicated land,
That is burdened with jealous desires,
Bless, and have pity on my soul
For lo! I never enter the place of secrets
Nor lift the cover
On the earth's burial...
My body is prey...
Time is a hunter chasing me
Whilst traps are set for me....
I flee with terror and fear...
My footsteps are slowing,
Wearing out with the race
And the veiled fate engraves on my face
With the edge of a corroded spike...
I wander alone in the land of Delmon
The land of eternity
Calling the aged-young man....
The earth cleaves,
And the serpent emerges
Devouring the plant...
Whilst the dream of eternity turns out to be plumes of smoke
Climbing the unknown of the silent wall....
Rest, you, the butterfly soul
And ease me of my burden which galls my back..!
Nectar dried out of the roses of fortune..
Whilst death gazes at the butterflies...
The dinghy of desire sails on fire
And the claws of lust shred the soul
My life is but a womb of a virgin
Delivering a mount.
You are so harsh and mean...!
I receive you for my sorrows
And my perishing...
I gulp the bitterness of my grief
Thereby planting a forest of thorns in my mouth.
I walk on a path of pain
Chasing a dream...
Threads of smoke....
I grow older and so do the dream and sorrow
At the end of the long path of misery
I surrender unto you
Reposing in your womb....!