The gods' chariots
do not shake the clouds,
they glide silently
forward like rays.
The gods' steps are
as hard to hear
as the grass's scarcely
perceived murmur.
Cautiously, cautiously
follow those paths
that smell of their
healing closeness.
Call no names!
They will fly, they will leave you
word-filled
in an empty world.
For more information, please visit the website of David McDuff and his own pages with the translations.