How mockingly you watch me pass!
Dumb when the brown earth weighs on me.
Emptied, to be refilled again.
Impatient for him since his birth?
Sheltered a minute by this tree.
No envy of immortal things.
That to my shaken spirit sings.
And me you shelter, even me.
The wind, the woman and the bird.
Rich as my lost eternity."