Away from the four walls,
Where the traces of my footstep sear,
Vast panoramas of granite
Appear.

Fiery rocks. Abysses deep.
Music flows of melted gold:
— Beloved, your unknown name
Will be told!

I climb upward, climb
Over steps of stone, over gorges in sight,
To the blue gods of genesis
In the height.

My touch, in ecstasy, will melt
The colors — blue and violet —
On the face of a rock I etch
My portrait.

Strides and valor overwhelm me:
My gaze from granite's face.
I descend from rock to the earth,
Enveloped in grace.

White flame — a veil on the mountains,
My step — silver echoes on the planet.
Today I breathed my will
Into granite.