sad is the gaze of the world, so sad!
and so dry his face, after so bad
tremendous noise booms in his hears!
cannot sleep, He cannot respire.
his air bed, that no more sustains,
he turns and turns, searching for
part of his body, hurts him so badly!
destroyed bed destroys his figure.
bones, burned by fire,
turned into ash.
world, son of the Universe,
father of little universes,
engender of planets:
drops of life creating new lives,
drops of life playing to hide,
turning around a fulgent sun.
world is a very complex world
lice and flowers;
full of birds singing and eating lice,
full of wonderful butterflies
eating nectar from the flowers.
eagles soar, and eat the birds,
the birds, who where singing so gay!
world weeps and his sobs raise huge cataclysms,
cataclysms which impose a certain
to ensure flowers to bloom
and nourish butterflies,
to ensure lice for birds
and birds for eagles.
world is a very complex world,
entailing for the life he
nourishment and death.
cannot sleep, he cannot respire.