Ferry Of Morning Sun

Nothing else but this waste of time

Can remind of its price and rank

A ferryman in the rags and grime

Puts me across to another bank.

He'll leave me in the jungle

And only say goodbye,

The wild beasts will comb their buckle

They're awaiting under pitch black sky.

I'm on the trail in the foggy shroud

To visit domains of the suddenness.

I won't ever be lost in the crowd

On the road of my guiltlessness.

In an hour, in leopard's claws,

Or jaws of an alligator,

I will die, I don't fear, of course,

In the jungle, blessed by incense flatter.

I can see, and I have no fear.

At the full moon, I'm gazing.

I'm aware that the death is near,

But where it is, makes me amazing.

It's silent behind and stun.

Here it is, and I'm dodging.

And the ferry of morning sun

Is smiling to me and watching.

It takes me to the paradise.

The desired fruit is before me.

Here's a treasure before my eyes.

I pluck it and ignore the warning.

I want back, while I'm lying by the river end.

Half-buried in straws of desire.

Waiting for the ferry of the smashing hand.

(To set all my wishes on fire.)