Epiphany

Acheronian darkness covers the day
Nights are whole of wasp fullness
Sages and sinners, all sweep by a single thunder
Oh, mother! My death, my life, pardon your child

Do I dare to say Mother?
Shall I say where I find you?
I see the vanity of death in palaces,
I see the frugality of life in tenements

When you come like a hungry lioness
Whose braveness is there to protect from the hell dust?
Some coppers won't buy time from you
The purse is already shut, and you've done trading

How long one can shut the door?
When you as a life come, the door opens full of curiosity, wondering
When you adorn your naked breasts with dark mist of death
Why people inglorious to accept you?

You are coming with thriving terror
With fierce breath of death through tarry road
A flash of Shakti reveals thousands of thousands shades
With whirling wind and free from the looney prison

How it's over, I don't want to wonder Mother
I don't marvel finding particular and real
I don't lament nor frighten, not argue about life, and death
As tears of epiphany drench my spirit