Rejoice,
with as much calm as you can,
for a reckless death
lost its way to you
in the crush of the crowd … and postponed you.
A curious moon
stands over the ruins,
laughing like a fool.
Do not believe it comes near
to welcome you.
It is only performing its old duty,
like a new March returning …
restoring to the trees the names of longing,
and leaving you to forgetfulness.
Walk slowly, O Life,
so that I may see you
with all your imperfections around me.
How often I forgot you in your noise,
searching for myself and for you.
And whenever I grasped a secret of yours,
you said cruelly:
How ignorant you are!