translated by George Bogin

Someday, we’ll say, “It was the time of the sun,

Remember, he used to shine on the least twig,

On the aged woman as well as the astonished young one.

He would know how to give object their color as soon as he lighted on them.

He would run with the racehorse and halt with him, too.

It was the unforgettable time when we were all on Earth,

Where a noise was made if we dropped something.

We used to look around with the eyes of connoisseurs,

Our ears would comprehend all the nuances of the air

And when the step of a friend drew near we knew it.

We would as easily pick up a flower as a polished pebble,

That time when we powerless to catch smoke.

Ah, smoke is all that our hands would know how to seize these days!”