I stand, here, on the night’s edge
And come face to face with myth-
Mankind’s collective conscious
Through the hazy mists of time.
I see images of life and death
And evanescent human existence
A poet sang his mellifluous song
Of regeneration, of reawakening
A boy rose from death’s nonexistence
The Lord of Time and Destruction
Restores to the Creator his powers
Here, both the poet and the Creator
Have regained their creative powers
The crocodile emerges from the lake
Yet another image of life-in-death.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem