My Home Is Cloudy
Cloudy is my home
The earth all over is clouded by it.
Dark, drunk and faltering
The wind whirls over the mountain pass.
The world all over is faltering.
And my spirits!
O Flute player! Where are you?
Gone to the far side of the road with your solo song.
Cloudy is my home but
cloud has begun to rain.
Dreaming my lost bright days,
I behold my sun on the sea.
The world all over is dark
And drunk by the wind.
And there! On the road--
The Flute player
Ever playing his flute
Going on his way
In this cloudy world.
Translated by: Farideh Hassanzadeh
Edited by: Christina Pacosz
Cloudy is my home
The earth all over is clouded by it.
Dark, drunk and faltering
The wind whirls over the mountain pass.
The world all over is faltering.
And my spirits!
O Flute player! Where are you?
Gone to the far side of the road with your solo song.
Cloudy is my home but
cloud has begun to rain.
Dreaming my lost bright days,
I behold my sun on the sea.
The world all over is dark
And drunk by the wind.
And there! On the road--
The Flute player
Ever playing his flute
Going on his way
In this cloudy world.
Translated by: Farideh Hassanzadeh
Edited by: Christina Pacosz
