GOLD

Kaarlo Sarkia(1902-1945)

You far, far away there,

for your sake my soul is desolate.

Carpet of autumn leaves on the road,

that golden-heavy, I don't deny,

is my pain's image,

is my opulent pain's image.

Not a single flower shining

by the road fiery, intoxicating.

I recall an another autumn,

that flowering, shiny,

crowned by your smile,

crowned by the carnation of your smile.

You took back your flower from me,

what you took, that I allowed you to take.

I'm full the fire of longing,

it's like gold heavy:

I can live,

without alms I can live.

[Kultaa; Runot(Seitsemäs painos, WSOY 1959), sivut 187-188.]

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