A thousand powers, a thousand wishes, a thousand feathers twirl me
A thousand masks, a thousand clothes, a thousand words confuse me
Wish-driven, full of strength you rage with your feathers
Unconscious and wild within You zealously hurl the power into poison
Silence worked, silence worked, would you ever grant it
But the ego flickers proudly and violently,
And does not allow itself to be fully felt,
That strength and desire and hard work
Feathers do not turn into flight,
The long flight, the whole flight
Unless the self is surrendered
You, the deep one You near me
That's how the I is alone in a frenzy
Of power and desire and young feathers
[English translation:]
[Of Power, Wishes, And Young Feathers]
A thousand powers, a thousand wishes, a thousand feathers rustle me
A thousand masks, a thousand robes, a thousand words confuse me
Driven by wishes and full of strength you rage with your feathers
Unaware and wild, your zeal turns force into poison
Silence would work, silence would work, if only you gave it full rein
Yet proud and violent, the ego flickers
And never permits itself to feel wholly
That power and desire and diligence
Cannot turn feathers into flight,
The long flight, the whole flight,
As long as the ego won't succumb
To you, the profound you of closeness
Thus, the ego is all alone in its ecstasy
Of power, wishes, and young feathers