I shall escape to you
O the angel of darkness
O the angel of death
To listen to your
Fatal lullaby
I hear them everyday
Indistinctly though
Whisper maybe
Or a faint echo
Like a stranger's
One minute's wink
Into a hollowed wilderness
I pass through
Green pastures
Gray glaciers
Trembling cities
Tremulous oceans
To plunge into its
Colossal mystic grip
To listen to them
As a rapt listener
Without distraction
Without ennui...
But I had to return
Everyday, interrupted;
Without feeding my awe
Without leaving my senses
Benumbed, void of vision
But today I hear them distinctly
I'm coming, None shall be able
To wrest my passion of Christ
As it's encumbered with lullabies
I'm coming, to hear them
Close to my ear
Close to my senses
Close to my soul
To dissolve into the specter
Of the past inside the coffin
Today I shall fade away
Convulsing my dear life
To the allurement
Of fatal lullaby
I hear it, I hear it
It rings to my ear,
sings to my senses
To lull my soul
To eternal sleep...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem