I should get used to knowing that some fires Don't burn for tomorrow Even if you try to feed the flames They are passing away through the night No more eager for your offerings My eyes are lighting in the dark But I'm not the prowling creature My claws are touching gently The carpet of forgetness (oblivion) Like a blind man groping for the path They lead me out of the vanity I was carrying inside There is too much space now The remembrance is scattered by the wind And another fire is ready to be lit