A Winter Song

The dreaded archer came to the lawn.

Night is the time for old people to die.

But woe to the arrow that hit the fawn,

When the deer that was not sick or injured passed by,

The father was lying and moaning. His mistake was very big.

(Night is the time when the old man must die.)

Yet, to bless him, my child, once again,

The heart is failing; the end is near.

Daughter, my daughter, my girl, I cried

(Night is the time for old people to die.)

You will get that wish if you wait utill the morning.

Dark was heaven, and wild was the sky.

Heavy snow fell from the roof.

(Night is the time when old people will die.)

She said to my mother, 'Okay, I will leave.'

The destruction of the boat was amazed by the splendor of the North Star.

First on his head, and finally on his feet

(Night is the time when old people should die.)

I watched on my knees until his soul died.

No one else loved him. There was no one else nearby.

I cried at night like the desolate one cries.

(Night is the time for old people to die.)

Is my daughter coming? The flows are deep.

Across the cold ravines, how white they lie.

I searched for him far and wide through the spectral trees.

(Night is the time when the old man must die.)

All the springs became silent, the floods froze,

And the angry moon hung red in the sky.

By night, I found her where the hushed waves stole

(Night is the time when old people should die.)

But she was lying stiffly near the closed wheel of the mill.

And the old stars lived in their homes at height.