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Le Parfum

La senteur des fleurs, ou du santal, ou de l'encens, ou du jasmin ne remonte pas le vent,
mais le parfum de la sagesse remonte le vent.
Dans toutes les directions, l'homme sage répend le parfum de sa vertu

The river sings

Our words go beyond the moon
Our words go into the shadows
The river sings the endlessness
We write of our journey through night
We write in our aloneness
We want to know the shape of eternity

Who knows the way is it
Who knows what time will not tell us

Mountains, solitude and moon
Until the journey's end
The river holds the lost road of the sky
The shape of eternity

Who knows the way it is
Who knows what time will not tell us

Where is the beginning
Where is the end
Why did we fall into days
Why are we calling out into the endlessness

Who knows the way it is
Who knows what time will not tell us