Lord, let me live as I will
I need a little wild freedom
A little gladness of heart
The strange taste of unknown flowers
For whom else are your mountains?
Your snow, wind? - These springs?
The sheep do not understand as they graze
All of them and always in the same direction
And then eternally Chew the cud of their insipid routine
But I - I love to bound to the heart of your marvels
Leap your chasms
And, with my mouth filled
With intoxicating grasses
Quiver with an adventurer's delight
On the summit of the world.
Poem: Translated from the French by Rumen Goddem
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