traduits par Gili Haimovich et visibles ici :
à partir de cet original en anglais :
I was that tree in the mist
drinking from clouds where the branches clasp
I was the shadow of this tree
its underground sap and its far-off strength
I was this house where a light burns
a forlorn star at the heart of matter
I was fire itself, its ember and cinder
its bitter taste in the wakening dawn
its dream reduced to gold specks
As a rainbow colored dawn
the mist of the words shimmers
Which of them will be pricked
by the peak of the style?
The images crumple
the echoes of the words leave the page
and sail towards new shores.
Now the wedding of the sky :
inebriated with shrilling
the soul soars up.