I’m feeling now? Has departed the night,
But maybe still it’s remaining. One
Is dwelling in myself. And the Sun
I cannot see – now very wet.
Where weather is fine, there it went
Perhaps will return. Sun, come back!
I’m feeling dark, gloom has set in.
When the sunburst I’ll see in the sky,
Then all will be right in feelings mine.
Sun-cult is favourite subject-matter
About that I’m writing. Better
When are in the sky the Sun and stars,
When all the time there are shining ones.
Believe I, so many people
Do prefer the Sun, and there is need of
Weather lovely. In the human heart
Let the Sun and morning star
Dwell deeper. When soul is full, —
All life will be more beautiful.
Beginning early morning for myself, —
I am meeting the shining ray.
Together we reject the wet rain!
Somewhere is a blue sky,
Somewhere rain with clouds. Does shine
Somewhere the Sun. Somewhere it snows,
Somewhere fog, or storm, or frost is.
How many kinds the weather does have
It’s beautiful, sometimes is fell.
But every kind is teaching the people,
How must they live on earth and be useful.
Sometimes ones doesn’t understand
What the weather tells again. What the wood
Does speak about the rustle of foliage,
And what is saying the rain to oblige?
I never hearken the weather,
Or maybe I’m the hearer not clever.
Or nobody had taught me
How to understand the weather free.
I can it ask, who’s sending the wind,
Who is sending thunder and lightning,
Who lights up the stars in black sky,
When there is on my earth night?!
Perhaps somewhere is someone
Whom can’t I see, – invisible one.
Some time I’ll his footprints find?
Supposed I of many a kind
To be its color black or white.
To be it the trouble, or be fine
Always supposed over much time.
But now should I for ever suppose?
Perhaps there are things about cost
I don’t know anything. Why
Supposed always over so much of time
Or I was very hopeful and saw
In black perhaps a little white? – Befogged!
When black is black, and white is white,
What can I in one color find?
Supposing it is a great mistake
To look for light across the color black?
I understand, but my character
Pushed me always to be looking for light.
I’m ready all my life mistaken to be.
But I have hope – to find what is of need to me.
If I suppose all, everything in the night?
That I have found the color white.
It must be moon, or the shining star,
Or the Milky Way, or lightning in the sky.
The space for me – always a lighthouse!
To make a suggestion, my sky, —
What must I this morning write.
About what my thought must bear,
Suggest me some beautiful idea.
About dreams? – It’s very good —
This idea has many a fruit.
Dream-land is very rich to the thought
So wonderful, but then, better not.
All thoughts of dream are meeting here.
All people send such best idea
In land this. How fine is some
That humanity will have done
For dream-land only of goodness thoughts.
And never would they send the frost.
But maybe not in the dreamer’s land,
Who saw it? Always dark night
Eyeless can see. But hope can
Help eyes mine to get an eyeful then.
In the heart is the eye, one can all see
Always one doesn’t close, and is free
It is observing silence in our life
And low is the suggestion, if mind
How must it think, when dream in the night.
Represents every day for me something
And what I’ll do with the trial this?
How can I stand the test of life,
And how make the decision right?
