I will walk this long path, and this long path, to it’s end,
to the far end of the heart I will walk this long path…
For I can no longer lose more than the dust, and it won’t die off me.
And the palm rows, give me hints about what’s passing.
I will cross the palm rows. Does a wound need someone to feels it, to draw a fruit of never returning?
I will build you 30 windows of existence above the soul hidden in the heart,
And you must stop one departing to enter another departing.
The road may and may not tighten, but we will walk this long path to the end of the bow,
so let our steps sharpen into arrows.
Have we been here since a long time, and will we soon reach the point of a new beginning?
The wind turned and turned us with it, what will we say?
I, for one will say: I will walk this long path, toit’s end, or to my end.