for Norbertas Vėlius
three little cocks begin to sing
into the sunrise man’s face
a blossom in Dzūkija opens up
and sets on the Nemunas’ race
in the midst of Aukštaitija’s fields
a table stands – linen and bread
a scarf of windowed meadows
girdles a figure’s abundant spread
underwater paths of silty lakes
on which the sunset man will ease
a blossom floats in and lights up
once more a star on the Aestian seas