The sky is a belt
woven from our tattered lives.
The mighty river was formed
by all the tears
our eyes have shed.
Hell is a spark from our
searing pain.
Heaven is a breath
drawn from our
moments of peace.
Translated by Juan Cole
from [pdf] Whinfield 92
IMO this is the best one yet.
Very fine paralleling.
The sky is a belt
woven from our tattered lives.
The mighty river was formed
by all the tears
our eyes have shed.
ALT:
A ribbon is the sky weaved from the the threads of our miserable lives.
From our tears the river mighty was born.