Chapter 5 5

41 This morning, I received your gift: a flower at the dawn, a song whispered by the dawn. I am a bee, addicted to the heart of your golden dawn. My pollen-covered wings gleamed brilliantly. At your April song feast, I found my rightful seat.There, as long as I play and sing softly, I will break free from all shackles, just like the dawn breaks through the morning fog. 42 Release me, let me be free like a bird in the field, like a wanderer wandering the world.Release me, let me be free like a torrential rain, like a strong wind that breaks its shackles and rushes towards the unknown distance.

Release me, let me be free as the fire in the forest, as the thunder that challenges the darkness with a loud laugh. 43 I slept soundly in the shadow of the corner, and did not hear your call. You tapped me gently with your hands, with tears in your eyes, and woke me up.I jumped up, and saw that the sun had risen, and the tide had heard the cry of the sea, and my little boat was ready to toss and roll on the churning waves. 44 Let's celebrate! The shackles of night are broken, and the dream is gone. Your promises tear off the veil, and the buds open to the morning; wake up, sleeper!

The dawn of the east salutes the west and says hello! The chant of victory resounds from the broken walls of the prison! 45 At this moment, I see you sitting on the golden carpet of morning light.The sun shines on your crown, the stars fall at your feet, we come to you one after another, pay homage to you and leave, only the poet sits silently in the corner. 46 One autumn morning, my guests came to the door. Sing, my heart, sing a welcome song. Let your song be in the same tune as the sunny blue sky, the dewy morning breeze, the golden harvest fields, and the clear river water singing and laughing.

Or, hold your breath, stand before him for a moment, and gaze into his face; Then, leave your home, follow him silently, and go out. 47 I live on the other side of the road, where it is shaded and dark, and I see the neighbor's garden across the way, where the flowers are colorful and the sun is shining. I feel that I am poor, that hunger makes me beg from door to door. The more wealthy people give away, the more I realize my poverty.Until one morning, the door was suddenly pushed open, waking me up.You have come, come to beg for alms from me. I broke the lid in desperation, and was astonished to find my fortune.

48 He waits outside the door, like a beggar at the feast of life, until you wrap him in your arms and crown him with death. He failed many times, but you blessed him with your right hand, kissed him calmly, and calmed life's frantic longing. Thou hast made him noble as a king, wise as the philosophers of old. 49 On the dusty road of life, I lost my heart and you picked it up.I sought joy and found sorrow, and the sorrow you brought me became the joy of my life. My wish was shattered, but you gathered its fragments and connected them with your love. As I wander from door to door, every step leads me to your door.

50 When I walked on the road, I was with the people who came and went; At the end of the road, I found it was only you and me. I do not know when the day fades to dusk, nor when my traveling companions desert me. I don't know when your door is open, and I don't know when I stand in front of your door, listening to the music in my heart in surprise. Although the bed is made, the lamp is lit, and it's just you and me, we're alone, but, I don't know, are there still tears in my eyes?