YOU GO ON

You go on with your youthful idleness:
Gathering firewood inside the house
From your books you think we can eat
And planting rice in your sleep.

As you become one like the ash
You feel like the firewood in the stove
So I cook rice early
Before you even realize it.

You go on with your walking around
while sitting.
As I become one like the earth,
All would be alright and nice and enough
for this burning
When at last you eat, there will be warn rice in the pot.

Pebreo 17, 2000