Resurrection

Here I’m, lying beneath this grey sky,

This gust of wind is whispering in my ear –

About a man who once walked on this land.

Here I’m, lying before this flowing stream

This shimmering rain is soaking me –

And makes me feel how cold life could be.

I’m waiting for that door to open,

The orange luminescence is waiting for me –

Let it take this last remaining of mine

But wait for one last moment please.

Let me hear the murmur of these trees once more,

Let me gaze at this monsoon clouds looming over me,

Let me kiss my daughter one last time,

Let me feel thy life once more.

Then let this eternal fire engulf me,

And I’ll flow down this stream towards the sea –

Still the smell of this earth, the taste of this water will remain,

For which I’ll come back again.