Touch the wet air freshened by the raindrops of the day
And feel the silence frozen by momentís eternity
Oh! Moment! The son of eternity!
I wish I had written this poem on the sky with clouds
And kissed you on the Moon
Oh! Eternity dancing on my hands
And the glory of time I drink!
All the currencies that the world has got
All the money they make
I will give you all and in a cash transaction
Can you bring back the days and nights
That I drunk in Athena or Babylon?
Or the scarlet kisses that went floating
As a procession of relaxed stars on the river of time!
You canít-so for Godís sake
Donít tell me to worship your money-god
The bastard son of human time!
Let me be as though I do not exist in your world!
Time has its geography
Overcoming means eternity
What you may not grasp
For you measured your life
In rolled up dirty notes of dollars
When I feel when I kiss and when I sing
And when I hold the universe in my heart
I am way beyond your filthy touch
And I reign as the son of eternity