A keresés eredménye

Poor Traveler

Can you believe in a guiding hand
that owns you and puts you on the lands
of heaven's gardens and angels' song --
do you believe it will happen sometime?
Well, I believe in the leaf, in the grass, and in the flower,
that stretches itself out in the great space
and will always turn to where the sun stands --
it's probably like that, the way that I go.
Can you believe that a rock glided away,
and of of the grave alive he went?
Yes, eternally fine is the Psalms' song --
but do you believe it will happen sometime?
Well, I believe that the day comes after night,
I believe after crying there comes laughter,
And I see well that Winter awakens to Spring --
it's probably like that, the way that I go.
But do you believe that one will come to judge us one day,
and that there will be a winning and losing side,
and that they will go through the gates of heaven --
do you believe it is happening sometime?
Well, I have known good and I have known bad,
I have been set together with love and broken asunder,
I have gone in green meadows, I've stepped on shards --
I believe they will judge later, the way that I go.
But, I am a poor traveler and I have no answer.
Come, sit down, and rest with the sun shining.
Look! A luminous wreath reigns over the darkness --
it's probably like that, the way that I go.