Poems

Can you remember in the quiet yard
The quiet home among the white cherry blossoms? -
Oh, don’t you glimmer behind prison bars
Needless memories and grieves near forgotten –
I am an exile in a cell deep and dark,
Needless memories and grieves near forgotten,
My disgrace stands at my guard
My sentence are the days the past has begotten.

Can you remember in the quiet yard
whisper and laughter among the white cherry blossoms? -
Oh, don’t awaken behind prison bars,
The angel choir in the days the past has begotten –
I am an exile in a cell deep and dark
Needless memories and grieves near forgotten,
A dream, a dream has been the quiet yard
A dream have been the white cherry blossoms!

Defeated

I am alone once more and still laments
In my heart the still surging woe
For joys I have not cherished,
For my own distant motherland,
An ideal, which is in the gutter thrown,
And dreams that have been blemished.

Having searched for clear heights,
I collapsed in deeper sloughs
After bitter vanquishment,
And here plod faint daylights –
And in their every breath and hour
Sounds bitter self-contempt.

Ensnared

Oh, such woe is to wither
As a slave to the woes,
To rekindle and simmer -
Now almighty, now not.

Here blasted by swelter,
There frozen by cold,
By a feud you are bettered
That is foreign, yet yours.

To grieve for the hidden
Never-happening dawns,
Holding the woes of a million
Hearts; and always alone.

Like a soldier ensnared
To be unable to strike;
To let holy rage flare
And with your weapon to smite.

A bloody wound eats away at my breast
And I lower my frail weakened arms…
In my world you alone of all the rest
Remained so dear to my heart’s scattered shards…

Come here and calm me, come and comfort me
A cheerless road has my soul crushed;
The radiance of day is what I can call thee,
While my name is that of nights gloomy and hushed.

Callous life had me heavily cheated,
My wings were with iron chains bound
And with wails and oaths, in deep hollows pitted
Stood I, my once proud head bowed.

I was once in love with the sun’s joyful rays
And I dreamed of victorious struggle
And in passionate madness was I carried away
Among ringing with warlike song bugles.

But early on nameless woes have come o’er me
A cheerless road has my soul crushed;
Come here and calm me, come and comfort me
Give me daylight in nights gloomy and hushed.

Because a bloody wound gapes in my breast,
And I lower my frail weakened arms,
In my world you alone of all the rest
Remained so dear to my heart’s scattered shards.

Hidden moans

To come back to your father's place
When quiet day is slowly dying
And silent night's unfolding to embrace
And take the poor and the crying.
To set aside the sorrow's yoke
That you inherited from bitter days,
And waking in the garden with your walk
The precious spark of hopes and prays.

And on the porch to meet an elder lady,
Her shoulder weak - a refuge for your bother,
And in her charming smile - you slowly fading
And whispering forever "Mother, mother..."
A room to enter, where you've been,
Not long ago for rest and peace,
You whisper words - unheard, unseen -
And in the icon on the wall you seeking ease
I came to see my last sundown
Because my journey's reached the end...

Oh, hidden moans of a traveller not found
The way back to his mother and his land.