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In your full voice, when you roar And herald to world asleep, You the noble lunatic. When they rattle your doorway, Heed not -- lie low in your lair, Let them yell "bizarre, crazy!" Let them call you "worthless fool". Tell them "I am who I am, No one, nothing, naught am I." Then merry laughter will rise From the woodlands and meadows, Trumpets will ring out in glee, Restless wind will whisper love, The sky will wait in ambush To capture the fleeting dawn. (This translation was contributed by Dipak Basu dbmema@mail.axess.com ) |
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