Winds blowing in penetrating silence, Blue sky, white mountains surrounded By nature, grass, running water and blooming flowers. I am overcome with earthly rapture, But soon this will pass; All will vanish into dust. Soon this wind will blow over my withered grave. This wind that rattles nature’s tall trees Sings the song of festering death from the eternal life, A magnificent wild Beauty that wanders tumultuously, Destructively into my heart. Fills me drunk with incomparable ecstatic ecstasy, With desolate despair. Everything can appear and disappear, Everything dies, Everything is utterly obliterated Everything is destroyed, Only the eternal mother forever stands, She gave birth to us, Her hands carry us. I found happiness overjoyed onto this fleeting wind.