A brave knight,

Closing, the moment, his eyes;

A full moon fades, unwilling,

Thus fades the alphabet,

And goes, the gravity.

First, my nation comes,

Then comes mother

Thus she taught;

Nation, eternity,

And mother,

Dear meeting moments,

To pay her back.

Life and death,

For you

O. Nation of poetry,

For you we turn ribs

Arrows and spears,

We water your gardens by eyes,

With our blood we water

Its withered leaves.

We soar,

Pray with the sun fondly,

Crawling upon dreams’ embers,

Upon palms fronds,

Thus brilliant thoughts created.

The space is fading

The tent’s wedges loosening,

Where is chanting echo?

Where is the face of the sky,

So soft?!

Cigars,

A tuft of foreign words,

And few sushi mouthfuls,

To feel civilised

O. My nation!

Palm trees’, and mares’ nation,

Sky pillars, ships’ sails,

And love whispers in houses.

In your lights, we bathe,

Drink bitter coffee,

So you live

So we live.