On a day when my thoughts bring me firewood
As a gift to warm cold feelings,
On a day when my eyes are wide open
As if, by seeing a withered leaf, oceans would flow,
On a day when my hands are inspired
To weave clothes full of wheat and roses
For the body of all creation,
On a day when my lullaby can grant sleep
To the eyes of the sick and street-bound children,
On a day when with soaring melodies
I pray to the fire spirits,
On that day
I will write a great poem,
A great romance,
Sweet as the palm tree,
Enchanting as the moon.
On that day
On that day