I have travelled, the earth

I wondered, I encircled

I slept in a hundred islands

I have dwelt in one hundred forts

Is God in human image made birth?

There was a calling on the Creator

Until when the eternal should deliver

The gates roll back, far within

People were made, remade and made again

By the exhumed hearts, the trembling men

The Lord answered them

Through language and elements

Take the forms for the principal trees

Arranging yourselves in battle array

Of sages, in the primitive world

Between the knees of kings

Scattering spears not keen

From heaven when came

With pain at his hand, traced

The blood of men, up to our waist

With my sword, spotted with blood

In the presence of kings, we judge!

With my brothers, the great trees

We march together, hearts will freeze

The oak, quick moving

Life furze, to the combat

The alder-trees, the head of the line

The elm, with its retinue

Not from a mother and father was I made

As for creation, I was the making

Of nine forms of elements

Of the fruit of fruits

From the fruit of god, from the beginning

Of primroses and flowers of the hill

From blooms of woods and trees

From the essence of soil, was I made

Of the earth, of an earthly course

Of the mountain ice, and ice wind

From water of the ninth wave

Of the trees, of the old and wise roots

Those whom he had made