We are so much afraid of Her, who is always
quite near and breathes instead of us.
We so want to live till spring,
that forgot how to breath.
We so want a warmth that are ready
to put on the whole world,
To be engrossed in our relatives and exhale nothing -
neither a grain of warmth,
not a bit of that what we call ourselves.
But She who teaches to a nature of warmth,
turns everything into the ice,
Presents us with the Universe
and empties the hands.
She who teaches to the nature of love,
turns everything we touch
into the ruins of illusions -
we breathe in unison with Her.
Here is the truth about the island we live in.
We are afraid of Thee, Ocean.
We build a million-storeyed house
And dig one million-storeyed hole
And find sense in it.
Because we dread everything what comes
from the boundaries,
surrounding our islet.
But She who empties the hands,
presents us Universe.
And dipping into the endless night,
teaches us to a nature of warmth.