Wake Up

Why do you sleep, Asked to me The gurgling river waters? Can't you see how beautiful Is the sky and how fresh are The surroundings? Can't you feel how thrilling Is the breeze that caresses Your skin in the depth of the night? Why do you sleep, Echoed the mountains, the ferns, The leaves, the flowers, The valleys, the rocks and even The entire cosmos? Why do you sleep When existing is a grandiose gift, Given only to a handful? And I, ever so serene, Looked at them all with a smile And said, What else can I do when the God that rules over my heart Dwells somewhere so far away That He allows me to cross the bridge That separates me from Him only when I sleep? What else can I do when it is only when I am In my dream state That He whispers to me More mysticism, which are my shields, The weapon which not only allows me To swim in lakes filled with snakes But which also Allows me to be merciful to those Who are less lucky than me! Pray, tell me, What else can I do In a world whose waking state Is itself lived like a dream? Why, let me sleep, Someday, I shall wake up To a new dawn laden with spiritual And fundamental duties!