The Prayer of the Goat

 

 

Lord,

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

Your marvels,

Leap Your chasms,

And, my mouth stuffed with intoxicating grasses,

Quiver with adventurerís delight

On the summit of the world!

 

Amen

 

 

Prayers from the Ark

 by Carmen Bernos de Gasztold

Translated by Rumer Godden