INTO THE ARMS OF THE DEEP SILENCE

Kaarlo Sarkia(1902-1945)

Away, into the arms of the deep silence

I yearn for.

If today my summons would chime,

joy, sadness couldn't chain

me to the hamlets of men.

In the blue caves of eternity

a hum endless of

a fading surge would be.

A soul would undergo the

holy ecstasy of being unshackled.

I so thirst to lay my head

in the coolness of a stone,

in the scent of the earth and the gray lichen,

a strong voice is calling me

to the bliss of rest.