Miscreant Birth... And Death
Birth and death - two secrets Nature -
Grand enigma of essence of life.
Sources of life beginning of way
And aspiration to unknown.
Cry of a born child, smiles of happiness
And tears of a joy.
Commencement of life - perishable life
Burning down a flame of Universe.
Birth is a beginning of living thing,
But death interrupts everything.
Voices,
Voices of the dead
Call into black boundless chasm.
Supplication and cry of suffering souls -
They are in pain in eternal cold.
Closed the door in Eternity or non - existence.
But voices,
Dead voices
Call into black boundless chasm.
And aura of dead souls
Superimposes seals of grief and sorror.
The dark souls go on earth as shadows
In silence of night.
And only the celebration of death
Gives dying ecstasy to them.
Birth and death - two secrets Nature -
Grand enigma of essence of life.
The end of life - completion of vital way
Death of reason.
Crying over funeral train, grimaces of suffering
And tears of the grief.
Completion of life - perishable life
Burning down in a flame of the Universe.
Birth is a beginning of living thing,
But death interrupts everything.
