I aged across many shelters. I'm illusion.
I'm an illusion tonight, this night of black fever.
Light rattles in traces, in grim paths , beneath tree windows
Then falls, coying through errors, gripping airy shelters.

I heard darkness in mornings.
Dawn meant gray misty dawn.
I have touched dead bodies,
Gently asked them to wake up.
I'm but illusion. I'm not him.

My love surmounts the waters in that river
Love's old corpse discovered in that far-away lake.
Wind raged suddenly. Trees silent to the night
Even they swayed to the rattles
Cornerless they fell, they fell upon black olives.

Crossing many shelters, transcending storms
This dawn brought me to a grayer dawn.
How can I save my easiness
On such a furnished stormy night?