Before the azure sister of spring
I met a traveller from an antique land
With golden lips and stories of the future
He spoken of love outlasting weary fate
The lone and level destiny we all must face
I would have sung his song
Had I known the lyrics of dreams
These echoes and lights unto eternity
And seasons that pass with a blink
Of tears and farewells, and all
That is beautiful will come yet again
In another body and mind, to be sure
We are all nomads travelling
From one place to another
And we know where we go
Even if we feign ignorance
The rivers have always mingled
With the oceans and everything
Has always been single, by laws divine
And the Earth never could kiss
High heaven, and the birds never stooped
To eat long there, but preferred
To stray among the clasps of sunlight
What is this sweet embrace of youth?
Is it the cry of life or the nudge of death?
Wuji Seshat 