Beyond The Yonder Sky

O, the birds of the sky
O, forest-dwelling sage of the north
Give us wisdom, give us the knowledge of the breadth of the sky
We will chase the depth of the ocean with our shadows falling back
We have never sucked the honey-comb
We have never kissed the feet of withering rays of the twilight
Give us a chance to feel the chill of death before life
Together we we will dance to the tune of satanic verses
Before praying on our last pyre.

O, the charisma of the old world
O, the saviours of the retracting sun
The light is still burning the surrounding darkness
When the apocalypse will be revealed to all
When the Magus of the East will burn the fire of wisdom
We are the smaller beings of God's forsaken children
We will again be reborn at His behest.

We pray to Thee with folded arms, O the Omniscient
We will see the face of our destiny
When there will be no more sighs of silence
And no more whispers of violence
Together we will spread our wings beyond the yonder sky.

O, My Old Guard!

O, my Old Guard!
Life is swollen on your intrepid face
Your eyes tell the stories of many wars.
That ravaged soil of your distant land lies barren
Far yonder the valley of chirping birds, the sky is mournfully gray.
Flurry winds blowing the shy flowers on their petals
Your grandchildren playing hide and seek
With the legacy you have left behind
Not a single soul is wise enough to reach for the wisdom
You alone have held aloft the sun of destiny.

As you have won many wars to conquer the throne
Your grandchildren have forgotten the fairy tales
Neither they have come back to kiss your fearless face.
They will never look back to heave a sigh of relief
They never know that their days and nights are of your own
You only know that the civilisation is built on your bones and skulls
How much blood and sweat you have shed to defeat the enemy
Your sweated face is the history of mankind.
They never know that your hands have spread the bed of roses for them
They never know how many times you are born in this world.

And how many times you have died in conquest of longer days of light
They will never come back to see you dead beneath the soft soil
They will only know that once you lived and thence you died.
O, the Old Guard,
The only warrior of this world,
Birds will sing for you, flowers will never wither in your memory
And the sun will rise high above your head to kiss you good bye
Alas! You will never come alive!

When You Leave My Love

The sky never appears big
When you leave my love behind my back
You rest assured as ever in your gray world
Your footsteps fumble in all corners
Your veiled wisdom never stokes fire
As though you have shed blood in soliloquy
Dewdrops snatch your little world
When I retreat back to my isles of forlorn hope.

I have built a nest for you
I have sung solemnly at your withdrawing shadows
You only choose to be the empress of the lost throne
Stormy petrel never dares to blow his conch
When mysteries pile on mysteries on a devil's eyebrows
You seem to have forgotten the untold fairy tales
You seem to have dared to cross swords with the winds
Nothing has betrayed your somnambulist dreams
The dreams that have closed the walls on you.

I will wait for the eternity to unveil your charm
That charm will demystify your soul's silence
My love will never dethrone your empire of violence
If you ever solemnly kiss the dust of my pains.

Where Shall I go? Where will you go?
Love has blossomed in thousand flowers in my nest
If you swallow the nectar of life and death
What can beat you in your desires for love?
Lovelorn hearts can battle in warring togetherness
Togetherness is whispering in all fleeting moments
Shadows of light has overcast the long lost darkness
And it is you who can breathe solace into eternity.