Father, adonoi, author of all things,
of the three states,
the soft light on the barn at dawn,
a wind that sings
in the bracken, fire in iron grates,
the ram's horn,
Furnisher, hinger of heaven, who bound
the lovely Pleaides,
entered the perfect treasuries of the snow,
established the round
course of the world, birth, death and disease
and caused to grow
veins, brain, bones in me, to breathe and sing
fashioned me air,
Lord, who, governing cloud and waterspout,
o my King.
held me alive till this my forty-third year-
in whom we doubt -
Who was that child of whom they tell
in lauds and threnes?
whose holy name all shall pronounce
which being interpreted means,
"Gott mit uns"?
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