Enhancing red-hot sunsets
And touching thinning shores,
Gods send to the Eternity
The arrows from their bows.
The arrow white, like mist, has disappeared
Ana vanished in the air that he’s breathed.
And he forgets the life and restlessness of real,
Acquires calmness – the desire of his.
The arrow red then flights and touches
The tired bodies of the two.
So love will melt and nothing matters -
No miracle that you can do.
The arrow black is in the wineglass,
And mixed with wine it breaks the string.
At nights under the green cool branches
He’ll never sing again of spring.
The yellow is the worst of arrows:
Released without a goal to fly
It’ll touch your heart and fill with sorrows,
And will deprive the happiness of life.
The arrows sharp burn love and tenderness, and laughter
Granting misfortunes, fear, sin and grief.
What would you be like thereafter
When struck by each of arrow deep?