The Stream Flows

When dawn was in the skies, I saw,

In a dream, a dry land torn into pieces,

A river, its shores lost in barrenness.

A blood-stained cloud moving in the darkness.

Skyscrapers encased the wretched plain,

Miners scraped for gold on the hilly region,

A thick mushroom cloud is settling over it.

A sound roaring in my ears as of the falling

Rampart of a conquered city.

The pond of agony is swelling,

The river of death is weeping.

The world is dying, come, let us

Sing a requiem for the diseased earth…

I see a stream is falling down,

The water is transparent like a mirror.

There all seemed young and beautiful

The earth an unsung song, mountains full of joy,

And love is running briskly among the tall wild tall grass.

I see my image, my inner soul

In the flowers blooming, in the fruits ripening,

In the birds singing, in the tempests roaring,

In the crimson and black on the sky

In the golden grass below;

In the thousand things around the land and the sea.

The stream swells, pebbles on its banks

Look like jewels glittering.

Spring is risen and Love is new

Love is risen and Love is Lord of all.

The boughs will put forth their tender buds

And butterflies will begin flaunting their wings;

Life will begin afresh in every nook and far down caves.

Let us follow our lost boyhoods to the height of heaven.

His love flows incessantly.

God still walks in Eden among the old trees.

Come, cherish it and wash away our sins,

Ere we creep to the silence again.