Look around, behold the trees in this garden
They're growing bigger and bigger every day
It must feel soothing to rest your sunburns in their shade
To pick their fruit, to take a break
You like it here
I can tell it by the way you stare at spreading grapevines
Breaking under their own weight
The easiest thing - finding shelter from the wind among them
The wine tastes better in here
Tell me now why it has to be like this
That death inspires you to live
That only a plague makes you wish well to your fellow men
At night you desperately try to save remains of a day
You love it here! Yet so freely broke the garden's law
Relished satiating sour wine, wretched rotten crops
With anxiety in heart, longing for the desert, howling
Ready to escape so
Explain to me why it has to be like this
(How else could it be?)
That death inspires you to live
(How else could it be?)
That only a plague makes you wish well to your fellow men
(The youth does not want)
At night you desperately try to save remains of a day
(What an old age can no longer have)
Like a fool looking for all things lost in the past
(I confused health with impermanence)
You'll die embittered, vengeful, broken and resigned at last
(Mistaken joy with righteous life's essence)
The least I can do is to make it clear
I feel compelled to let you know the winter's nearly here
It's been a while now since I've seen a single bee in here