Parting

Have you come to be grass or a cloud fading.
It’s all the same.

And up on the cliffs hawks trail you
and in the waters and among stars.

Eyes cannot be parted,
springs that look to a single sea.
There is no parting.

There is no death.
If I listen in on the wind
I hear your voice.
If I look into death
I hear you singing.

Opraštanje , Jure Kaštelan