English text from the original publication
Dear Today, dear my mirror, dear a short-stayed mirror man,
Thou will soon vanish far away from your beloved ancestors,
Away from your nearest friend yesterday,
Away from all the memorial kitchenette trifles, but coming here
Together with exclusively monstrous incidents,
Together with never-ending trains of troubles and nuisances.
Say Sorry for your sin corrupting past painstaking days!
Otherwise nobody would look back past days with love.
Shed tears, thou a killer, an arrogant murderer,
Thou have come down from the innocent, vacant-headed sky,
Come down deep into the obscure, shady, conscious widow, and
Murmured, “Never lose hope!”
What if thou ask yourself how many yesterdays you killed for your
dictatorship?
How many times did ancestors challenge you in the past time cave?
Swords decayed, words broken, left in the mud of repentance
Rejoice wouldn’t exist today but,
Out of repentance comes rejoice,
Said today, my chimaera today.
Today is a memory, or a memory man
A bundle of dismay and hopeless inquiry,
Dried, shrank, rotten, with half-attained aspiration, but
Tomorrow, thou strange hoodlum, come with me,
Thou the grand child of yesterday? Say, “Yes.”
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