Like a father's house, like an old highlander of the mountain, I love the earth: the shadow of its forests,
And the sea of ​​murmurs, and patterns of stars,
And the strange structures of the clouds.
To the green valleys my child's eyes have been accustomed, I have dreamt of a single moon,
I have heard the sound of thunder for a while,
And the darkness caress my tired eyes.
In an unknown world, on another planet,
in the shadow of the rocks, under the endearing crimson moons,
With the saddest love I'm dreaming of those lights,
and the even murmur of oceanic strings. Among living flowers, and winged beings, I will miss my earth,
Oh happiness of hands clasped in a tight embrace, Under an old oak, in the silvery mist.

In eternal Eden, where seeking ends,
Where bliss puts its limit,
I'll dream of earthly suffering,
To the delight and languor of mortal flesh.
I am brother to the beasts and lizards and the fish,
I can understand the growth of spring's rising grasses.

I pray to the earth, its sacred rocks, with fierce restless mouth!