Classic Poem

Beloved stranger,
You who were a god
With a temple,
Where are you now
Among these dragon-tiles,
Among these broken walls?
Are you too become dust?
Or do you hear the solitary bell
Beside the single arch still standing
Of the gateway which once led to you?

Do you hear the wind
Which moves me to these whispers,
You who were a god?
Do you hear the sand
Drifting in your temple?
Do you hear me, me, me—
The solitary bell
Beside the single arch still standing
Of the gateway which once led to you?