We all were running like machines;
Suddenly he came and said, "Stop."
Our mouths were talking much and fast;
Coming, he said, "Stop."
Since then, everything has been stopped,
Everything silent.
The waters of intoxication have retreated
To the black sea.
Tumult, outcry,
Processions, meetings,
The uproar of the aggressive
Bombing air-planes-
Nothing can be heard now.
Everything has been stopped.
Only awake is our heart, in which
There lies the horror of ghostly death.
Our thirsty ears look for only a tune, a song
Of rain and peace in the endangered air.
