The fasting does not bring salvation
But it will clear your mind
From the muddle of pleasure killings
So as to purify your conscience
Triumphant welcome greets the Conqueror of Light
Infinitely joyous chants, many enthralled by his return
This is the day when the Sun's Arch crowns his path
Our citizen's soul overwhelmed with fervor of love
I saw you at the Islington station the other day:
Your once luscious dark hair, now dry, unkempt...
Where are the twinkles in your eyes?
Aww and that gaunt face, that frown!
I am the very thing that makes you feel alive
I make artists daydream, poets toil 'til dawn
The Kiss, the Ninth are a few works of mine.
By myself, I've erected the Great Wall,
I'm certainly still alive of course!
There is no doubt about that,
Because I'm still making full use of my senses
But by good grace, my mind has already flown away
Au fond de mon âme
Un trou noir y trouve
Ou il s’agrandisse…
Roaming wild, I once fly freely
Now I'm bound in this overcrowded city
Scavenging for strewn left over filthies
Loud seagulls, meek squirrels keep me company
(In praise of Mahatma Gandhi)
Have we known the many sorrows of war?
Now, have we also known some joy of peace?
Bread and water kept me alive,
But your Words are the very enrichment of my soul...
In my mind, I have edified a truly grand temple
Kindly show me the vision of heaven,
Eternally grateful my soul will be to you.
Is it far or is it near?
The road is long or is it short?