Let me live as I will!
I need a little wild freedom,
A little giddiness of heart,
The strange taste of unknown flowers.
For whom else are Your mountains?
Your snow wind? These springs?
The sheep do not understand.
They graze and graze,
All of them, always in the same direction,
And then eternally
Chew the cud of their insipid routine.
But IĺI love to bound to the heart of all
Leap Your chasms,
And, my mouth stuffed with intoxicating grasses,
Quiver with adventurerís delight
On the summit of the world!
by Carmen Bernos de Gasztold
Translated by Rumer Godden