I gaze with amazement At a world without name Beneath cloudy raiment From whence now I came
I hear as the grass grows At spring's tender hand. My heart pumps green billows To every stem
[Both:] A trouvere of a new May In butterfly's fane I'm a note of the great lay Composed by the main
Song of a Shaman: A theme that is profound I play at my ease When wandering spellbound In ecstatic bliss
I dance like a moth with my senses numb As did my feet in ancient times To a million souls primeval rhymes That from the inside beat my drum
They see just a shape caught in fire-lit spree A wondrous image in essence nude And envy this godlike solitude (They, who) endowed with gift of saying "we"
[Both:] Of nature unspoken we share different shapes Of stellar sonata, of nightingale's staves Yet face of each other we cannot descry This "Mirour de l'Omme" lies before our eyes!
[Song of a Shaman:] A paradox's door-man A shepherd of dawn With my hands I'm warming The fiery glow
They attribute me wonders Of ignorance's van Forsaking The Marvel The one that is Man
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