L O N G I N G

What do I want from this world…?

I want
A sweet sun,
Yellow leaves
carpeting the paths
And you, at that moment, at my side,
A moon above my house
And a child’s small crib,
A piece of holy bread on the spread…

When yearning pierces my heart
Only rainfall,
rainfall,
rain…

I want a word
That drains the shame
Of your love for me,
I want a word that radiates,
A word that nails me to the cross…

I want nothing from this world…

VARAND
Translated By: Tatul Sonentz