You weep
with your eagle tears
with eternal tears
of God
your sorrow gathers
in your gentle gaze
to the world, dead
of hunger
of love

Today I spill
my tears
wrapped in the illusion
of my strong hope
that in a new
dawn
you will paint the people
rose and white

Stars with love
in their eyes
and a playful
smile
on their cheeks
and forever
a magic mirror
upon their faces
so they fall in love
with themselves
and cast out
the idolatrous pain.

Translation of ‘De Dolor’ by Karina Kalinkina