GAZEL TO A CHILD STANDING AT THE DOOR

The child standing at the door
Recalls a rural vision

Sunshine kindles in her hair
In her eyes stirs an ocean

In the child standing at the door
All the ages are made complete

With a crackle mountains are born
The mighty oceans grow deep

Loves begin and come to an end
And the world keeps on turning

Night and day trail one another
In order, undeviating

The child standing at the door
Is unaware of any of these

From inside her and without
Life flows on without surcease