I.
Oh, on an early morning I think I shall live forever!
I am wrapped in my joyful flesh,
As the grass is wrapped in its clouds of green.
II.
Rising from a bed, where I dreamt Of long rides past castles and hot coals, The sun lies happily on my knees;
I have suffered and survived the night
Bathed in dark water, like any blade of grass.
III.
The strong leaves of the box-elder tree, Plunging in the wind, call us to disappear Into the wilds of the universe,
Where we shall sit at the foot of a plant, And live forever, like the dust.