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no interpreter for my fire
No interpreter for my fire.
No language for the secrets of my heart.
No sighs to express my pain.
No souls to share my sighs.
No pearl rising from the sea.
No calm sea, not even for a moment.
No words giving birth to meaning.
No words clearly spoken.
Language is a stream of meaning.
How can the sea ever pass through a stream?
In the world of souls, every soul is a world.
No word can ever contain the world.
Jump up! The soul of whirling is rising to its feet.
That sweet tambourine is now the companion of that flute.
The old longing has once again been set on fire.
Where are your shouts? Now is the time for shouting!
In the clean, pure sea, I dissolved like salt,
No faith, no lack of faith, no certainty, no doubt.
I found a star inside my heart.
The seven heavens disappeared within that star.
Each day, full of joy, seek a new place to live,
like running water, free from dirt and stones.
Winter is past, like yesterday, and so is winter's tale.
Today we must find a new tale to tell.
Sometimes, in my childhood, I was a teacher.
Sometimes I made my friends happy.
Listen to my story to hear what happened next.
I came like a cloud and I went like the wind.