ثُمَّ ٱلْجَحِيمَ صَلُّوهُ
By the fall I will flow, I will follow these lovers.
Farewell flowers will flourish and bloom
In the gloom of the swallows —
On their flyway to ornithol doom.

Blue shadows on this sandy shore
can shows us
How shoulders and wrists
of those vigorous wings
Cuts the air open,
Cuts the air's throat open.
(…swallows)
As the razor-sharp wind pierce the pain through the feathers,
They dive into state of tough weather and snow
whether heather and wheat plains await them or not,
defined by divine deviations of north.
We are both from the seaside,
We are both from the seaside, my friend.

As the winter will fall on the autumn
Let's just flow to the seaside or vanish in snow.