Ben zi bena

Counting roots and worms

The sound of slowly rusting metal

The whisper of the rocks

Yesterdy seems thousand of years ago



Bluod zi bluoda

Chants of an old woman in white

This leg won't come off

Winds blow above my head

Seasons change

Though I do not notice

At night I hear the Hares dance

Though I can but imagine the moon



Lid zi geliden

I can still hear the footsteps

Of those who placed the rocks

I can still see the sword

That entered my head

But I can't remember the pain

I can still see the stars

I count them: one for every day

Fortunately, there are plenty



Sose gilimida sin

I keep my sword sharp

For I will have need for it again...