we already accepted
this fact of fading.
the sun rises and the
sun sets, nothing is
new. Shadows dance and
diminish its value.
the world is here and
will always be. Men
fought and die and
women mourn and then
silenced by the wind.
for what are we then?
grass upon grass, and
rain upon the soil all
too thirsty to take us
all. Be silent, you are
nothing. Be gone that is
our nature. Be ended.
Behold, be gone again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes, 'going' is the go of nature, well timed, well synchronized. 'women mourn and then silenced by the wind' - women's fate beautifully described in these two lines.