The green of the first leaves of the linden—
I shall see it no more.
The lark’s glad song in spring’s wide sky—
I shall hear it no more.
The gentle breath of the tulip’s bloom—
I shall scent it no more.
The chive-stem’s bite between my teeth—
I shall taste it no more.
The south wind’s kiss upon my cheek—
I shall feel it no more.
Senseless in the dark,
I forget all—
I am no more.
Yet you—
You are a glimmer of light
A whisper in my ear,
The scent of the air I draw in,
A sharp taste upon my lips,
The soft touch of skin
At my fingertips.
In the white of the day that knows no night,
I love you—
Therefore,
I am.
Even if I came as a whirlwind
Not a strand of your hair would bend
Even if I came as a rain cloud
You would not get wet by a single drop
Even if I came as thunder's rumble
You would not hear even a creak
Even if I came as a frosty night
You would not freeze even the tip of your ear
Even if I came as a sea of fire
You would not burn even a fingertip
Even if I came as the darkness of night
You would not remove even a thread's turn
Even if I came as a dream
You would not sleep poorly
Even if I came with a scythe on my shoulder
You would not cast me aside to be alone
A tetra package floats in the sea
A blow and puff! it is gone
The same dry wind
Makes your body hair shiver
Flutters the leaves of trees
Tosses the sheep of the sky
The sea escapes onto the shore
The sand sucks it in with a hiss
Like a nest of snakes
The sea must flee
Your skin has a tan
As I suspected
The sun reaches out to you
Original poems in Finnish by Ilpo Halo. Translated into English assisted by AI technology. Copyright remains with the author, Ilpo Halo.