Pekelna vasen neprojde zrcadlem Ohen, Ohen, Ohen Mysteries of hiding-places, brisk sacramnet Deep knowledge, presence of myths Vapours of redolent cloudlets from vessel are divesting Swallowing stream is dissolwing the flow Plundering stop is sifting the corn of life Knowledge disclaimed sight of cosmic rainbow Without waterside is solitude of fruit of sight Lost thoughts of open emptinesses For love are cutted off the eye-lids of Gods Fruits of elements feel their beat Pebbels of colours repose on bottom of streams
Watching gate is dawning to men Tender mystery, to give birth and die into rose Cross of world eat sacrifices of the strokes Runner will wound his soles on notions Cramps of inbornations fly away through the spiral and back Flowers are symbol of the following Tajemno skrytych mist posvatnosti, Hluboka moudrost zvecnelych mytu, Pro lasku jsou uriznuta vicka Bohum a kvety jsou symbolem pristiho. Nezne tajemstvi dava zrozeni a smrt v ruzi, Pekelna vasen neprojde zrcadlem...