The Traveller

Traveller, where are you off to,

treading the vibrant golden dust?

"I'm off to the setting sun,

to go to sleep in the light;

for I've lived worshipping only one God,

that light-giving, life-giving orb

and in its shroud of fire

I wish to depart from the world!"

Then, traveller, walk faster:

the sun is sinking to the horizon...

"I don't care, I'll go further down

to await it at the foot of the hill.

And showing it my open heart

which bleeds with its faithful love,

I will say, 'Oh sun, I've suffered too much,

carry me far away from her!'"