Trees change leaves
Snakes change the skin
Cyclone and wind come
And change their direction
How fluently flow
Elastic, unsteady shapes
it seems like you haven't noticed
How you committed renunciation
You just turn away
And the sky is already different
And all that seemed clear
Has become doubtful
Halos fade and die out
And trembling goes away drop by drop
There's little left
Before you commit renunciation
Do exist
The flowers never-fading
The eyes which look onto the sun
And not go blind?
Do exist
Those marvelous countries
Where halos don't die out
Where paints don't grow dim?
Slowly, unnoticeably
Cardinal direction displace
Seas, islands, continents
Change their shapes
And every pole
Invisibly transforms
And every atom of happiness
Has own expiration date
Do exist
The flowers never-fading
The eyes which look onto the sun
And not go blind?
Do exist
Those marvellous countries
Where halos don't die out
Where paints don't grow dim?