What has made me a man?
Why haven’t I come as a rain,
So that I’d always remain
Beads on the cloudy breasts,
So that I'd be thrown to the earth
As morning frost or cold snow,
Master’d have never condemned
Me to such hardships and woe!
He would have rushed me to sky,
Carried with Him as his own.
I wouldn’t have had to be wary,
Fearless I would have stayed.
Sun's admirer I'd have walked
Holding the death in disgrace.
Heavens above me, earth below
I would have had as a grace.
I’d have rejoiced at green mounts,
Plains in lush garments so fresh,
Flowers both within and without
Watered they’d be with my sweat.
I would have bared my heart
To Sun and Moon day and night,
Life I’d have poured from above
Into the world drying out.
And in my heart turned to snow
Hope as a fire there would burn,
So that my death once again
Into new life should be turned,
And nature revived and refreshed
Held in its arms should rejoice.