You; Old Father, pride of heart;
who brought your tears and filled the oceans
while the sun beat down like a golden jewel;
and with your blood, you shed the rose
...
it is not the birds with peaceful melody
that sing the aria of the gentle night;
nor is it the wind with bated breath
that calms the dawn to the light of day;
...
The big sweet toothed shark
grinning towards the small fish
shows his rotten teeth
...
Do not pray for the
cloudy heavens
do not pray for the
fiery hells;
...
With their savage howls
the animals in the night
crowd these bitter streets
...
Nightfall -
the caged cuckoo cries
for an autumn moon
...
December flowers -
even the roses
are covered in snow
...