My house is cloudy

My house is cloudy,
The whole earth is covered by cloud.

From the top of the mountain pass, shattered and drunk
Whirls the heavy wind,
Destroying all on earth
Including my senses.
O piper! who have been carried away by the music of your pipe; where are you?

My house is cloudy but
The cloud has started to pour down;
Fancying my bright days that are lost,
I stand towards the sun
And look at the expanse of the sea;
And all the world is demolished and beaten by the wind,
And on the road, the piper who plays the pipe for ever,
Pursues his path in this cloudy world.

Nima Yushij