Whether beast roar in the forest deaf,
Does the horn blows, Whether booming thunder,
Does the maiden sing behind the hill -
At every sound
Your response in the empty air
You suddenly give birth.
You vnemlesh rumble of thunder
And the voice of the wind and waves,
And the cry of the rural shepherds -
And your sending response;
Well you do not have a comment ... This is
And you, poet!
