Chapter 2 2
I need a god, sleep in the middle of the night
Next door to me, dreaming of stars and sea
Dreaming of Mary of Bethlehem
Undressing under the dim oil lamp
I need a god than Moses the lawgiver
More independent, greedy for the oil in the lamp bowl
hear my prayer
Love Our Family: Twelve Good Brothers
The indestructible impatiens are blooming all over the village
The bark of a dog ushers in a mute stranger
All the impatiens kneel at his feet
He picked a flower and put it in his arms
And I need a god who never travels far
Use his stubbornness to show the due closure
His light shines through the hole in the wall onto my floor
Like a gold coin I can't pick up
On a night of thunder and lightning, I need
the smoking old man, father
walk ahead of me, go give the corn
Bandage the wound and send a guard for Dawn
He never tried to conquer, with the bloodthirsty sun
Burned Rome and Byzantium; and in fact
He overthrows the world effortlessly
He built coffins for us to rest in peace
Please drive the sheep into the sea, shepherd,
Please leave the world to stone—
Stones of night, in the sky they are
Bright stars, you will not see.
Please drive the sheep into the sea, shepherd,
Let the sea stir up waves from the bottom.
The coastal lowlands are as far away as dark clouds,
We are left alone, in front of another world.
The fierce sea breeze.Salt in your face.
The great sun is in the abyss of the shipwreck.
The lighthouse goes to the sea, and the water bursts into flames
West of the headland the sound of the river was low.
Say goodbye to yesterday's heavy rain,
Bear the pressure of the night, the horror of destruction.
Silent trees catch the waves,
east of the headland our summers meet
Because I stand at the end of the road and find
You are the only one who can approach;
I bless your flock: drive them out to sea
We met on this deserted coast.
When people sleep on tall buildings, they will dream
A Vineyard in the Moonlight
I dreamed that I was wearing a big cloak
Under the cold grape trellis
And the wind is blowing, in the moon
There came the whistle, which is sometimes called
Paper boat sinks on river in 'Path of Dawn'
Fog drifts over graveyard-like vineyards
And the wind blows, the bloodthirsty owl
Singing around the vineyard
Singing the Requiem for Humanity's Lost
That's when you're out of the way, you draw your pistol
you dream of vineyards in the moonlight
crushed mercilessly by a body
Autumn on the earth, ripe autumn
Not cruel at all, more warm
The birds are falling, the sky is still flying
The heavy fruit is counting the last time
A person is missing every day on the earth
And the stars secretly multiplied
The sun of illusion, the lamp of illusion
Became a guide for the living
Even sadness is beautiful when tears
Flow down the face, when the wind blows a piece of
The lonely leaf blows passionately
Yet in the wind these low houses
How silent: the roofs join together
Take what you feel
Human nature puts away its blinding light
Only the snow is extraordinarily bright around the city
The city that protects you from the wind and cold at this moment
When it has been swallowed up in the emptiness of the snow field
Silent snow, you are strictly forbidden to say
The name and history of the city
All its secrets are kept in your heart
all its secrets will perish
And you answered silence with silence—
Around the city, the wind swayed
Stars over the pines: the everlasting fire
From snow to fire, how dark in between!
Thousands of souls flying in the dark
Quietly return to the home of heavy snow