After Many Years
translated by Jethro Bithell
IVY has covered all the wall. How many hours, how many tears, since once we loved? How many days?
No roses now; ivy has torn the vine. Where is thy soul?... Climbing o'er the swallows nests, the ivy has stifled all the manor.
O wind! The roses of old time have filled the well.--Is it there that thou hast hidden, my dead wife?
None answers. Who should answer??... Were it not better listen to the wind singing in the grasses: "My sweet love"?
Level with the roof the ancient sun, the crimson sun, is through the middle cut so sadly.
Shall I call the gardener? The gardener? It would be better call to Death to mow the grass.
So many memories and so much love, and the sun level with the earth.