Antaja [English translation]

I was travelling the earth on my journey

My road is laid before a searcher

With eyes filled with wanderlust*

On my days of deep thoughts

Oh how is his hand is lifted

After realizing the worries of this life

Oh how he has lived through many seasons and times

Seen a dream against a dream

His eyes have lead him for years

The weight of his head, a thinker

I watch the horizon, thoroughly exploring the view with my gaze

The will of this living being shan't be moved

I give away even from the alms I have received

I give away the silver coin in my pocket

I give it away like it was mine to give

I'm giving away the things of others that are prone to rust

Volition is on my lap

Life is behind the heels of morning

A Weeper, of the cry of life -

A Giver, one that dwells in dreams

Volition is on my lap

Life is behind the heels of morning

A weeper, of the cry of life -

A Giver, one that dwells in dreams

But oh, my heart is

To the core it has been punctured**

But I haven't given my will yet

It has been unveiled to the Giver

How it has been in my hand

A silver coin from my pockets

Now the gold lays on the frost and rime

The brass has robbed some of the moon's gleam

And so shall my will come

Like a year spent travelling the globe***

The Giver has grand hopes

That he shall receive the will

Like my exit from the light

An exit, climbing the ladder of day

And those beams won't be climbed,

Traveled without letting the foot go

Volition is on my lap

Life is behind the heels of morning

A Weeper, of the cry of life -

A Giver, one that dwells in dreams