2021.06.20.
Daybreak
Merrily I get myself up gentlyI enjoy the Being of these hours
Lively the Sun appears in the daybreak
and gracefully penetrates me.
The force of life rises up in me
I enjoy the pulse of life
The hope hides itself each daybreak
and anew again does not penetrate the man1.
Well, of what use is all this beauty, all this beauty of the Nature?
If the man is marked by the monster from the depth, he goes2 so as before
If he can go as he did before.