I was in debt, mostly to my life.
I owe it to him---to be more smiling, happier.
Let my world turn again in spite of all the globes,
and me to be myself and the flame in me to be alive.


I owe it to myself---to love and be loved.
Isn't that the point of everything around us?
In fact, people have shrunk and dressed,---
some in selfishness, some in stinginess until their last hour.


And how much they are afraid of the goodness in my eyes,
when they see them, they look away for a moment!
They have lost their nights and wasted their days,
hurried, squandering probably every next moment.


And I'm in a hurry, walking there on the roads of my life,
and I see there lying all the narrowed, cold, and lost souls.
They wander, wandering like little scrolls they are
squeezed and shrunk in themselves, in the rainy days of June.


And how much debt they have accumulated to themselves---
I don't know if they have realized and if they will realize, now.
To be alive and real in this timeless age,
it costs you a lot to keep your soul pure.