Yesterday I sat threading them
Those beads of the past
A rosary of memories
The years each a gem buried
In the eternal pyramid of time
Leaving my mind so often consulting its pillow
About the present and the merciless greedy past
Chewing and gradually devouring the future
Together with the defeated trailing generations
Pushing caravans through the throat of yesterday
Into the spacious hungry stomach of oblivion
Yet with the fright of the sustained worries
When looking back upon the rosary of my memories
Ah then! how beautiful to repeat then
And how dearly I remember
My childhood my school days
The smile of my father the glad eye of my mother
The wonderful times hunting lions and elephants in the forest
And jumping in the dark over walls to meet a friend –
That’s why I say and believe that
The people on earth should always accept
Living a joy fading into sorrow
That was and still is the key-pattern of creation
Birth growth toil hope expectation
Then the beyond to free the soul
What remains but the lime of him
Who was buried yesterday.