Hub of the Wheel
So you won’t leave this wretchedness,
won’t you come with me!
I wonder you won’t.
Yea, these caverns suit you more;
so your tears source these rivers,
I didn’t know that.
These salty perennial streams.
They reflect the dappled sky with —
what you call birds, souls.
I wish to have more emotions,
feelings like your tears, groans.
They are so humane. I fancy.
How do you manage all that, mulier?
Καλύτερα να μην ξέρω παιδί μου, εσείς καλύτερα να μην. Η απώλεια αυτή.
Live in ignorance: ignore this weeping stone
‘Tis no good to none. Now leave.
Ho! Away from this exile
just take a memory of never turning back.