I will fight you away from every sky, from every land,

For the forest is my cradle, the forest is where I’ll end,

For I stand upon the ground with only one foot of two,

For I’ll sing a song that nobody else could sing for you.

I will fight you away from every night, from every time,

From every sword, every banner of golden shine,

Chase the dogs away, throw the keys as far as I can—

For in the earthly night I’m truer than dog to man.

I will fight you away from all of them, from her—the one,

So you be nobody’s groom, I—wife to none,

In the last contest I will take you—don’t say a word!—

From Him with Whom Jacob wrestled beside the ford.

But until I cross your arms o’er your breathless breast—

Damn it!—still yourself will remain by you possessed,

Your two wings that aim at the ether beyond the sky—

For the whole world is your cradle, the whole world is where you’ll die!