I've lost my patience in waiting!
Now am on an eagle's wings speeding
And if only I could buy more time,
I would fly until I can fly no more
But life is short and a history
The Gods really have lost their way
Allow them. Let them find it.
We can only walk behind, not in front
When I think of misery, I am weary
Then I think of the kids in the nursery;
What do they know, or care to
That they suffer as adults do
When I think of life, I think of wars
Then I think of man, and I think of the gods
Who is man to the Gods? My fear is;
That they are another indispensable pairs?
When I think of the living and the dead
I think also of those half-dead
Will they ever meet again?
Do they have fears or feel some pain?
When I think of loss and gain
I think also of the rain;
Of a day or a year
We'd look up to the rain and cheer.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem