Un eurvezh yec'hed

AN HOUR'S HEALTH –

 

During days of sickness

 

...I acknowledge it

This Hour is mere illusion

When I could believe

Strength, health, joie-de vivre had returned

When I feel so light

Supple and strong as before

Alas! It's merely an illusion.

 

...Like the cat with its prey

Death plays pitilessly

Tightening, slackening

'Me fragile strings of my life

According to his fancy

Sowing Hope and Despair

In my irresolute soul...

 

A pleasure nevertheless

In the illusion of this Hour

When I feel so light.

 

December 1967