Gold and pale copper! Hoar frost on fields of brown gold!
The wide and golden world is glittering cold.
Through the clouds I see rivers, of sun and gold they are made,
forcing through, laughing chill as their wills' sharpened blade.
Smiling, defiant, breaking forth through the spaces it goes,
sunbeam-yellow and frosty round meadows and fields it flows.
Hear, sound it acquires, and the clear expanses rejoice!
Hear how, to reply, the whole world receives a singing voice!
A thousand times beaten and sacked and put to the knife
defiant she sings the songs of eternal desire for life.
For more information, please visit the website of David McDuff and his own pages with the translations.