Quiet are the trees in the garden
standing still in the autumnal light.
Daydreaming maybe about summer,
one or two leaves are falling at times.
Stillness of life is filling this peace,
the tranquility, this large breed,
sacred web of eternal forces,
I, the fallen leaf, will be vanished.
I will then be part of dry leaves,
while above me the young trees stretched high
are going to show with victory
their crown up to the eternal sky.
Translated by: Maria Bencsath
