Paris April

Jardin des Tuileries

already my beloved is back

with the earliest birds

of a faroff country

in the breathing of pure air

everything is green

the flowers are on the verge of opening

and the unquiet heart

is assailed with adolescent desires

we take a turn in the garden

facing questions that arise

and then happens again

what cannot be eternal

Sitor Situmorang
after the French translation of Louis-Charles Damais