Επιμέλεια: Εύα Πετροπούλου Λιανού
Translated by Ashraf Chowdhury
A desired song
Is humming in the silence of Late Autumn
Through the nerve that that voice curls into the grains of winter
And the Summer bow blazes out- eternal music
Extinguished by the tears of Monsoon
-peaceful journey toward eternity
There might be a great thirst for the white clouds- fierce sixth note of music
When spring comes
I feel like listening that song
But the hungry dry leaves
Blows away the desire
Who will listen to this song
He himself or anyone else
If he does not come
What if he does not come
It makes no difference at all
That song was never written
Nor any tuning was there
