burunu

Soon after the westerly wind blows

And into another world I creep

Neither own nor ever seen the reality of time

Let pass I see the moments go by

The hidden burunu¹ that gaily shines

New life begins and toil the land

A seafarer’s journey it is I travel

Where there are no roads that lead

Led by a wandering wind by day

And follow a lost stellar by night

Remember what it is that makes a smile

And use it as an umbrella in times of rain

And as a shade in sunny days that follow

But keep it till the monsoon, which is sure to come

It’s hard to predict a gleaming smile

Naively it arrive at unusual moments

So hold on to the luster of the funnel

^{1 the constellation of Taurus}