O woman, you are sleeping in the body of Jochna

O woman, you are sleeping 

in the body of Jochna. 

Today you have not woken up and seen

the call of the sun on the tip of the grass. 

You have not searched for

the words of nectar in your thirsty chest. 

Have you ever heard in your ears 

the cry of beggarly love. 

Have you seen 

countless stars in the sky falling down due to a cruel blow. 

You have been sleeping, year after year 

You have not woken up even today, you have not seen, you have not heard 

the tears of countless fallen leaves 

that have been burned in the Chaitra fire, 

silently falling. 

You are sleeping on the green carpet of the mountains

Wrapped in a white sheet, in the beautiful song of the fountain, in the heart of the earth