“Your joy is only moment’s exhalation,at most a blink of eye is your dejection.As sweetly falls your silent sleep’s protectionyou sink in soft earth’s breast, like wheat’s oblation.Thus Beauty, whose completed germinationwas hindered by unfinished life’s perfection,will in your dying see a resurrection –a thousand-fold its great reanimation.For when you’re in your grave you’re handed overto probing roots of lilac and of lime tree,to buds the sap is drawn above the cloveraflame to burst in summer’s honeyed fineryof blossomed trees, and so your radiant dreamingwill sweet fulfilment find in springtime’s teeming.”Help us translate this quoteKaarlo Sarkia
