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Ohen, Ohen, Ohen



Mysteries of hiding-places, brisk sacramnet

Deep knowledge, presence of myths



Vapours of redolent cloudlets from vessel are divesting

Swallowing stream is dissolwing the flow

Plundering stop is sifting the corn of life

Knowledge disclaimed sight of cosmic rainbow

Without waterside is solitude of fruit of sight

Lost thoughts of open emptinesses

For love are cutted off the eye-lids of Gods

Fruits of elements feel their beat

Pebbels of colours repose on bottom of streams

Watching gate is dawning to men

Tender mystery, to give birth and die into rose



Cross of world eat sacrifices of the strokes

Runner will wound his soles on notions

Cramps of inbornations fly away through the spiral and back

Flowers are symbol of the following



Tajemno skrytych mist posvatnosti,

Hluboka moudrost zvecnelych mytu,

Pro lasku jsou uriznuta vicka Bohum

a kvety jsou symbolem pristiho.

Nezne tajemstvi dava zrozeni a smrt v ruzi,

Pekelna vasen neprojde zrcadlem...