I flared up and I burn,
But I could still smolder and smolder.
I found myself on a rocky edge,
And maybe even fly?

It seems I am flying even so,
Having split into countless sparks,
I will rush over the world as an invisible nerve,
Quietly,
Raising no whirlwind.

Let them think: “Nothing happened.
Big deal, he lived. Now I live! —
Everything around yielded itself to me!
Him I will carry someday as a spark!”