O you tender ones, walk now and then into the breath that blows coldly past, Upon your cheeks let it tremble and part; behind you it will tremble together again. O you blessed ones, you who are whole, you who seem the beginning of hearts, bows for the arrows and arrows` targets— tear-bright, your lips more eternally smile. Don`t be afraid to suffer; return that heaviness to the earth`s own weight; heavy are the mountains, heavy the seas. Even the small trees you planted as children have long since become too heavy; you could not carry them now. But the winds…But the spaces…. Translated by Stephen MitchellSourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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