My days have flown by

When the earth sleeps and the heat subsides And the animals' souls are filled with swan-like peace The night circles with burning yarn And the power of the water sways the sea's zephyr All night long, like a sentry on guard I feel, I burn, I struggle, I cry – and I don't hear In unstoppable closeness, still the same And all as is, breathes with distant happiness My days have flown by – like the deer's Mowed run. The span of happiness was shorter Than the flutter of an eyelash. With my last breath I clasped in my hand only the ashes of pleasure A river, swollen with salty tears Forest birds could tell Sensitive animals and mute fish Caught between two green banks A valley full of vows and heated whispers The curves of pitted paths Boulders hardened by the power of love And cracks in the earth on difficult slopes My days have flown by – like the deer's Mowed run. The span of happiness was shorter Than the flutter of an eyelash. With my last breath I clasped in my hand only the ashes of pleasure Only the nightingale, orphaned, praises His feathered loved ones on the blue night Sets snares and nets for me everywhere And sees me off, alone from now on All in the crypt of the black night, the light of the ether Hidden, locked in the cradle of dust And I mournfully repeat: all the charm of the world Is more fleeting than the flutter of an eyelash My days have flown by – like the deer's Mowed run. The span of happiness was shorter Than the flutter of an eyelash. With my last breath I clasped in my hand only the ashes of pleasure