All people were born
By the blue sea.
All fathers
Are bent over their looms
Weaving the texture
Their children proceed.
All children run from the chatter of the loom
To watch on the coast of the blue sea,
With their toes in the water,
Ships vanishing into the horizon.
By the blue sea.
All fathers
Are bent over their looms
Weaving the texture
Their children proceed.
All children run from the chatter of the loom
To watch on the coast of the blue sea,
With their toes in the water,
Ships vanishing into the horizon.
Because children must run there
And ships must vanish there
And their toes must get wet.
And everyone gets under way
As everyone must set off.
Everyone
Some for the sake of all,
A few for the sake of many,
Each for their own good.
Because everyone should discover their own world.
And ships must vanish there
And their toes must get wet.
And everyone gets under way
As everyone must set off.
Everyone
Some for the sake of all,
A few for the sake of many,
Each for their own good.
Because everyone should discover their own world.
On the way
He should allay the grumble
And smother rebellions
Against himself,
For thousands of hands hold them back.
The habit to keep to the coast
Horror stories, retold for generations,
About water monsters and live sulphur seas,
falling into nowhere on the edge of the world.
He should allay the grumble
And smother rebellions
Against himself,
For thousands of hands hold them back.
The habit to keep to the coast
Horror stories, retold for generations,
About water monsters and live sulphur seas,
falling into nowhere on the edge of the world.
Fear of icebergs the breath therof
Having been felt with oneβs lips,
And of rages of fire,
Having witnessed their outburst,
And waterweeds resembling hovering green cords.
And something so huge
No full stop can be put after it:
The unknown
Having been felt with oneβs lips,
And of rages of fire,
Having witnessed their outburst,
And waterweeds resembling hovering green cords.
And something so huge
No full stop can be put after it:
The unknown
And they still reach their destination
As everyone reaches there to a certain extent
And discovers a new world, a new mainland
A new island, a new islet, at least a new piece of girt,
A new foot of ground for oneβs heart or thought.
As everyone reaches there to a certain extent
And discovers a new world, a new mainland
A new island, a new islet, at least a new piece of girt,
A new foot of ground for oneβs heart or thought.
Even if one has to wear
His fetters of time and space,
The irons of his own limits,
Or shackles of envy of his mates,
Even if it is later found that the ground he found
Or the thought he thought,
Or the love he loved,
Is not at all the one he believed it was
His fetters of time and space,
The irons of his own limits,
Or shackles of envy of his mates,
Even if it is later found that the ground he found
Or the thought he thought,
Or the love he loved,
Is not at all the one he believed it was
Still, everyone is
On behalf of everyone
The viceroy of the world of his.
Because everyone gets on the way
And everyone gets across to a certain extent.
All fathers are bent over their looms
Weaving the texture their children proceed.
And all people were born
By the blue sea.
On behalf of everyone
The viceroy of the world of his.
Because everyone gets on the way
And everyone gets across to a certain extent.
All fathers are bent over their looms
Weaving the texture their children proceed.
And all people were born
By the blue sea.
"Discovering the World" by Jaan Kross
Image Credit: "Attersee" by Gustav Klimt
Image Credit: "Attersee" by Gustav Klimt
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