Translated by A. Z. Foreman - Threshold lyrics

Rejoice, if orchard-filling wind should carry Again the tidal rush of life to you: Here where a dead tangle Of memories falls through, There was no garden but a reliquary. That surge you hear, it is not wings that whir. It is the stir of the eternal womb. See how this solitary strip of earth Turns from a tract into a crucible. The wall is steep. Beyond it there is wrath. Perhaps if you proceed, you Will come upon the specter that redeems you. Here stories come together, every deed Negated by the endgames of hereafter. Look for a flaw rotted in the net that fetters You now. Break free! Jump out and burst Forth! I prayed for this for you. The thirst Will now go easier, the rust less bitter.