Upon My Arrival
A place without designation, native soil without an abode,
Quethe with your silentness, live without a breath,
Rustle and fall silent with the wind
Upon my arrival.
Let the driblets of grief trickle - through my veins
Pulsating life, throbing death - steadily around us
Gigantic and trifling - upon my arrival.
Two kinds of equity.
The deathless intentions distant bourn.
When I arrive.
Grain crackles, like cinder in the flames,
And one-time it shall solidify under harvesting blades,
A bawl in solitude when I arrive.
Indulge the blades.
Withstand not the vice of Tulwod.
Augment your spirit when I arrive.
Recede not when I arrive.
Quethe with your silentness,
Upon my arrival night eternally reigns.
