Those that will never come to my home
I shall go to meet.
A river in flood will never come to my home.
To meet a river-like people,
I shall go to the river, swim a little and drown.
Dunes, rocks, a mountain, a pond, endless trees, fields
Will never come to my home.
I shall search high and low
for dunes, mountains, rock-like people.

People who work all the time,
I shall meet, not during my leisure hours,
but as if it was an important job.
This first wish of mine I’ll hold on to,
like the very last one.