Once
When I am Old
My eyes wouldn’t see , that I want
No strength left in my legs
And have a stick to hold
I Wish
In the rice field I would stream
And to plough the soil with my tired hands
I would dream
In the past
When the wet scent had had come
Through the air of my fields
And offered me my youth
Oh..! when I belonged to thy place
I had brought my ploughs
And dig out the soil for the grass.
At noon I would have found the warmth deep
The Autumn’s days when I had found
These grasses had draped me
The breeze melted so that I could sleep.
There after a while my adored one had come
Sprinkled her beauty
And peace my soul
I had had bloomed up at the dusk
With the returning birds and seeing the grass on my field
I had carried her home.
That night the mountains had felt
The clouds in its hands
That had spread sacredly over my lands
When each roots of my grass
Had received the rain
And corn had broken out in their buds again.
But today on that land
I want to see when I lie there
Those grasses to grow upon me
The tree that had shaded me
Would no longer be kind
I am an old man be in its mind.
Today I wish sing to the returning birds
As I sang for her in her motherhood days
And as I stood all life by them
To these grass do the same.
The Sun that would be dead
I would ask him to color me
As I have no youth left
So one day like him I too will fade.
My dreams would escape like glisten sigh
My tired hand should find her
In the clouded sky
Where I would be with her all alone
In inner solace to feel her own
The dropped waters I collect
I would send to my lea
My arms wouldn’t do
But my seraph would pour it straight from the sea
And there I would lie for ever
With her in my fortress land
That had been my territory once
Would find me clam in its sand.
Once when I am Old
And have a stick to hold
I wish
In that rice field I would stream
And to plough the soil with my tired hands
I would dream.
