Pearly night

The thread that binds me is as thin as a spider's vein; 
life escapes me, but it's only a moment, 
then I return, calm and still. And still I observe, but I don’t take part, 
detached about right and wrong 
in balance over the world. I breathe longings of suffering
that I transform into thin rays, 
the moon welcomes them and weaves her cloak
that envelops everything in a calm pearly night. As gray is neither white nor black, 
but being both or just nothing; 
gray like the monotonous rolling of a thousand drums 
that slowly accompany me. I wander to the roll of ancient music, 
a dancing faun with veiled feet, 
the moon my mother, 
the sun my father, 
or perhaps I am just a foundling, son of nothing. 

The nothingness I seek, ultimately, is both; 
father and mother, generated I become one 
and if I look for two, but I will find the three 
only when I cancel myself, to return. Returning to where the wind is generated, 
the sea a drop, 
the sun a ray, 
the moon a cry. The thread that binds me is as thin as a spider's vein; 
life escapes me, but it's only a moment, 
then I return, calm and still. And still I observe, but I don’t take part, 
detached about right and wrong 
in balance over the world. I breathe longings of suffering
that I transform into thin rays, 
the moon welcomes them and weaves her cloak
that envelops everything in a calm pearly night. As gray is neither white nor black, 
but being both or just nothing; 
gray like the monotonous rolling of a thousand drums 
that slowly accompany me. I wander to the roll of ancient music, 
a dancing faun with veiled feet, 
the moon my mother, 
the sun my father, 
or perhaps I am just a foundling, son of nothing. 

The nothingness I seek, ultimately, is both; 
father and mother, generated I become one 
and if I look for two, but I will find the three 
only when I cancel myself, to return. Returning to where the wind is generated, 
the sea a drop, 
the sun a ray, 
the moon a cry.