Rambling in a blessed realm
(devoted to Helielf, The Elvess of Nasi)
I ramble among the golden trees,
My bare feet in fallen leaves,
The bird song flowing overhead,
All my sorrows and worries fled.
Distant sound of falling water,
Resembling joyful children laughter,
Drops of hope falling in my mind,
Returning sight to one who was blind.
Fresh green grass is my soft bed,
Watching sunset in skies red,
Last rays of sunlight shining,
Thru clear drops of waters falling.
In the night walks the dream,
Flows in my heart like silent stream,
Brings back memories of elder day,
Sometimes dark and sad, sometimes gay.
The nightingale sings his lonely song,
Stifles the feeling of lorn and wrong,
Blends with silent world of dreams,
Lightly trembles golden leaves.
But before the sun can today rise,
Nightingale song in silence dies,
The clouds cover silver moon,
My heart is locked in cold n’ doom.
But rays of sun touch my lid in morn,
Melt my frozen heart with warmth borne,
The cold shadows of previous night
Turn into golden rays of tender light.
In dawn clouds lost their fearsome face,
Now they are like a flock in slow pace,
My cheeks are wet of falling rain,
Refreshing memory of my lovers pain.
For the drops feel like the tears,
Falling from her eyes full of fears,
Flowing down my face, leaving trail,
Seeing the world through black veil.
But now the memory is old and faint,
And i can my joyful future paint,
The old pain is gently washed away,
Now i can hope again in a happy day.
And so i ramble in this blessed domain,
Sins washed by rain — none remain,
Searching for happiness, yet in vain,
Shall into love turn all my pain.
And now i rejoice of young bloom,
Refresh my face in clear flume,
Feeling the life flowing in trees,
My hair blows in a slight breeze,
Drinking from well, crystal clear,
Reading frail pages of old lear,
Breathing the spirit of nature wise,
With the sun will my hope rise.