On the threshold of a white paradise…

On the threshold of a white paradise,
Having looked, shouted: forward,
commanded me, umiraya,
Blessedness and misery.

And when the sky is transparent,
sees, wings ringing,
As I share a crust of bread
In order, someone asks me.

And when, after the battle,
Clouds float in the blood,
He hears my prayers,
And the words of my love.

1921

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