I would like to be a stranger,
nameless, for this sinful world,
not to owe service and repayment,
and all other people's needs to sleep,
to be like a dream---for a moment at least,
to hear only my longings,
and the wind to carry away
the people...the mad chatters.


Let there be only my silence,
and the sunrise be mine alone,
and let no man judge or reckon,
what I gave, and to whom...
I would like to be a stranger,
not to owe smiles and tears.


Because, in fact, it's only the soul---
one really owes...