Graceful, Graceful
When the clock of civilization had
Lost its sense of time,
To my friends I offered warmth,
Blessed forgiveness to my enemies,
A courageous heart I borrowed
From a streak of light to uphold the
Cause of justice, my youthful dawn was
Then bloomed from the slumber,
I found myself flanked by corruptions,
endless greed, I was afraid, my kindled torch
could loose shining and dissolve in the darkness
as I wallowed in the darkness for many days,
for many nights,
I had not yet finished my job,
many hungry to be fed, many thirsty
needed pure water, my inner-self still craved
for more, deeper, longing--
could the thirst of the thirsty be filled?
O the reticent world,
The glow you showed me on the horizon,
In profound admiration I had spoken out—
‘What a graceful! graceful!’
I had still hope,
I felt the future behind a delicate veil,
The whole universe woke up
With me to echo my
solemn archaic words—
graceful!’ ‘graceful!’
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