When we return from festal days
at the same time meet
and
pass each other,
suppress erecting longings
today's delight,
when we stop run
and sand time drain away
between our fingers ...

When we come from weekdays,
look like soulless shadows
bypass trees bloom
near roads,
when that occurred in the void
known abroad,
the moving planet
into the cold and endless space ...

Then we again arrive oneself
seek after our essence
but find dry-pursuits,
wrong road,
entirely mistaken notions,
spirit constrained
untimely to neglect
our weaker nature ...