In its loneliness the nightsky
Why these stars?
Why this voice humming in my heart of darkness?
When the voices recede
but oppression gnawing at my soul?
If the Pole Star moves one second from its place,
does the fisherman lose his way?
Does the shepherd forget his whistle?
nothing, can alter the truth of me.
I am earth’s dream.
A sleeper ending his sleep
will see when he wakes,
real darkness beyond.
© translated by Ruth Christie