I remember a wonderful instance;
You appeared in front of me;
Like a fleeting existence;
Like a genius of pure beauty.
In a hopelessness without choice,
In the loudest lightless landscape
I head your distant, gentle voice,
And saw your beautiful shape
The passing years scattered time fragmental
And let our dreams together escape
And I forgot your voice most gentle;
Your heavenly shape
In the borderlands without activity
My days trudged by thereof;
Without inspiration, without divinity,
Without tears, without life, without love.
My soul saw closed the distance-
As again you appeared in front of me;
Like a fleeting existence,
Like a genius of pure beauty.
And my heart beat into infinity
Arising from the ashes of,
Of inspiration, of divinity,
Of tears, of life, of love.