Knifes of Bodhisattva (BG)
Knifes of Bodhisattva are sharpened for future use;
Knifes of Bodhisattva are doing affair silently as snow.
There, where was spring dawn –
Dust of desolation;
But the voice continues to sound,
As if we're still here.
We can't to be found –
Did not remain even a broken branch;
We can't to be found never –
Reflections of stars on the water
Were pointing the way;
The wind was leading us by the hand;
But here the wind died down, and traces nobody
Won't can to find in the dark.
There is a name which
The breath doesn't dare touch;
Lighter than the light;
More ancient than the beginning of beginnings;
After which the silence;
Us there is no more, but the name
Continues to sound.
Knifes of Bodhisattva are sharpened for future use;
Knifes of Bodhisattva are doing affair silently as snow.
There, where was spring dawn –
Dust of desolation;
But the voice continues to sound,
As if we're still here.
We can't to be found –
Did not remain even a broken branch;
We can't to be found never –
Reflections of stars on the water
Were pointing the way;
The wind was leading us by the hand;
But here the wind died down, and traces nobody
Won't can to find in the dark.
There is a name which
The breath doesn't dare touch;
Lighter than the light;
More ancient than the beginning of beginnings;
After which the silence;
Us there is no more, but the name
Continues to sound.