Freedom

The wind sweeps gently through dark treetops,
The day is mild, the sky wide.
To strive for the highest peak,
The people below lack time.

Yet even up there almost by the Great,
Tranquillity never remains untouched.
The people perform their antics,
The eagle circles, as is his due.

Mankind, do you want to find stillness,
Raise yourself up like the eagle!
Constraint must never bind you,
And fate? – Expand, oh fate!