Haikara [English translation]

I have learned to live wisely harshly,

I peer to the sky, pray to god,

and during nightfall I walk along,

I tire of my pointless longing.

as thistles rustle in the dale

and rowan cluster has heavily matured,

I write cheerful songs

about the beautiful disappearing life

I return home. sweet fluffy cat

purrs and licks my hand

sawmill in the tower by the lake

clear flame blazes

rarely the stork lands to the roof,

its cry breaks the silence.

if you now knock on my door,

I may not even hear.