In the flowing of the waters
And in the melted valleys of time
I see painted ice as a testimony
With many thoughts that speak upon my mind.
In such a way is my memory
Of kind help across many years
From the early days of childhood
Up until the present hour.
Reflecting on the blooming waters
Of bright red forests in the worlds between the ocean
That stand in painted snow
With the icy stars upon the rain.
A friend and a brother
Has been a lamp for many years
Like the light of the sun
In the voices of early winter.