I am certain

Here it's not a question of mood
I love
grey, monotonal things aiming
straight into the eye of non-existence.
Other people call it death.

There is one certainty, straight, colourless
flow, beautifully full.
I wanted to say: I am certain as the earth
and by it, close to death.
It is grey and exact. Another time.
Another, dark, colourless, time,
where fear and exhilaration are absent, where there is only
an unsmiled smile and a world of shadow
is as familiar as a silent song
at the shake of a hand.
Quietly sticking in the moderate light,
moderate light in dark...

I am lying under your heavy body
and I tell you, what the ear finds imperceptible:
I am certain like the earth
and therefore now flow into death.

(Translated from the Czech
by Litt/Little and Tomas Mika)