EPITAPH

Kaarlo Sarkia(1902-1945)

Hand of the Unanticipated carried

me from the void, brought to the existing.

To blue airs the earth gave me -

again the lap of the soil received me.

Why had I departed my night?

Why light, earth I got to feel?

What paths I trod on meadows,

what from the gold of the Sun I sought?