Written by Dimcho Debelyanov, one of the greatest Bulgarian poets. He knew what emotion is, he lived in dark and light, he loved and hated. A real genius. You can check the original here

 

After my death comes birth that’s bright,

a soul with many faces and no form,

during the day I build with no break

and the night I destroy with no mercy.

 

When I summon days of humble light,

storms break above the dark sea,

and if a storm I seek, next to me

all wails and murmurs fade away.

 

Dawn that’s bathed in fire I long for,

though her rays leave me blind

In Spring I languish as if in autumn

In Autumn, I blossom as if in spring.

 

In times of no compassion and no end,

silently, one life unlived fades

and my call for home dies

scattered across the vast desert land.

 

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