English
Part 10 - A Tale
One night I slept, set on a journey;
at dawn I set out to catch a caravan.
Then came a terrible wind and dust
that darkened the whole world before people's eyes.
On the road there was a young girl of the house,
wiping the dust from her father with her veil.
Her father said to her: my sweet-faced child,
you who hold the anxious, loving heart of mine,
There won't always be so little dust in these eyes
that you can wipe it clean again with a veil.
So many breezes will pass over this dust of ours
that each speck of us will be carried off somewhere.
Your reckless breath, like an unruly beast,
drags you at a run toward the edge of the grave.
Death will suddenly snap the stirrup loose,
and you cannot pull the reins back from the slope.