Among of my heartsilence I was a tree.
Branch range is whirlwind,
treetop bend to the skyline,
residence present as flying bird.
On my hillsides fussy commonness
and in snout-den sit an eremite,
throng what under dome of the sky
is dream for dragon who falled asleep.
Südamevaikuses olen puu.
Oksaulatuseks tuulehoog,
latv kaardu silmapiirile,
kohaloluks mööduv lind.
Minu nõlvadel käib argielu
ja sõõrmekoopas istub erak,
sagin mis taevakuplialune
unenäoks tukastaval lohel.