Welcome My Beloved Mountains

Welcome my beloved mountains, Welcome O my river dear! I used to be so far away, But now again I am so near.

Crowds of people stood between us, And the hubbub of the street; And the patience farcical That oft in sacrifice we meet.

Those are all remote domains, Wilderness, and sterile waste; Ruptured only by the longings That my soul to you still haste.

My grief has brought me back to you, So I am standing by your side, O mountains, and I’m listening to The waters’ murmur deep and wide.

Yes! I am hiking, looking, listening... How beautifully is all arranged! And I am seeking to find out If anything, since then, has changed.

Nothing, only in a roadside cabin A friend of mine has died of age, Withered are the willows two That used to guard the springtide’s stage.

Upon our olden ash-trees though New leaves again have densely grown, Yellow buttercups are shining Among the greening grass unmown.

And from the fields I feel now blowing Eternity’s creative breeze That into life transforms all death, And puts my thoughts again at ease.

Welcome my beloved mountains, Welcome O my river dear! I used to be so far away, But now again I am so near.

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