Kone Hewaran  (Old Grounds)

Today my path led me to old grounds

Since I last saw you there, I’ve seen no joy

 Today I went to the grounds of Marea

Where the mountains were aflame,

And the acorn trees wept

 Where the mountain shrubs brushed

 against the face of the rocks

 their branches entwining,

 dancing in the cool breeze

 I wish I was like the trees that died and came alive again

 And only once every year, their leaves would open

 Today my path led me to the grounds of old

No longer could I hear the nightingale sing

No longer could I hear the cry of the swan