In those ancient underwater gardens,
Deep below human mind's fantasies,
My body is floating down that sparkle fog,
My eye touches the beauty of a thousand- princesses,
Hazardous reflections dipped in everlasting harmony,
The gentle flood brings me further down,
Until I touch that undulating surface,
Driftwood is flying across the blue colored sky,
It is further but more visible than before,
The sea is a fierce power --- careless,
Now they become silent, those gossipers,
Now that I am here, far away and deep below,
Sitting on my bed of pain with that cureless body,
I see myself sick, pale and empty,
"Deliver me," I cry, "let me sleep forever, slow and deep."