Summer clouds transform with thunder
Cleaving the sodden sky asunder;
Tears of March dampen the gnawing fire,
Seeping thru the gutter of my desire.
The shadowy range of tall mounts
In this grey city, as the clock counts
Past midnight, costs a drunken pall
over the giant, lonely jungle mall.
Iron mechanical beasts roam around,
Stray human animals stay the ground,
Along concrete roads; my body bears
A soggy heart sobbing March tears.
Two of you appear as from a dream,
Visit, walk, bid farewell, you seem
Warm-blooded young dreamers both
With earthy spirit high-flying forth.
You follow my dream, tho' -some call foul;
But dream is the truth of our soul!
Hoping to leave home for the glitter,
To bid the wind of freedom hither.
You hope to find the answer of youth,
Goodness, beauty, and the hidden truth,
Why you choose to travel far and wide,
When you only want to grow inside.
Seeking to learn, you stop to say hello;
You tius move me to recount my woe,
To embrace and tell you all my tales,
Reward your labours with my travails.
I stay in the city only to sing the jingle
From the music of the cement jungle,
Pramane Ground, Moon Pier, passing by
To greet travellers, and say good-bye.
No deserted depot and no empty pier;
They're full of travellers from far and near;
The sweet scent of rainy summer's wind
Is the same as my dream will remind.
Cloudy rains sluice the city of smoke,
Bathe buildings, our bodies soak;
We drink liquor like sacred water,
A blood oath of friendship, sweet nectar.
At one end of the city we say farewell
With sad smile; trembling hoot, ringing bell,
The northern express gathers steam,
Taking away the friends of my dream.
Unseasonal rain makes my spirit weep-
On the return bus, I long for deep sleep
Only to dream of you, dreamers of youth
Heading for the steep cold hills up north.