«What shall I do with the body I've been given, / So much at one with me, so much my own? For the quiet happiness of breathing, being able / To be alive, tell me to whom I should be grateful? I am gardener, flower too, and not alone / In the world's dungeon. My warmth, my exhalation, one can...»
«This gift, my body — what shall I do with it? / So unique to me, so much my own. The joy of breathing quietly, merely being alive / — tell me, who shall I thank for that? I am both gardener and flower. I know / in this world's prison, I am not alone. I have pressed on eternity's path...»
«I am given a body — what should I do with it — / Such as it is and only mine? For the calm joy of breath and life / Whom, tell me whom, am I to thank? I am the gardener and the flower: / In the world’s darkness I am not alone. My breath, my body’s warmth / Already show on time’s...»
«I have the present of a body – what should I do with it / so unique it is and so much mine? For the quiet joy of breathing and of being alive, / tell me, whom have I to thank? I am the gardener and the flower, / in the dungeon of the world I am not alone. On the glass of eternity has alre...»