I am free to build of stones in the storm
A cave I longed to stay and to be buried
Where no one could see what I desired
And touch my dream to give it any form.
My spirit never will stand the mockery
And cause contempt of idle curiosity
And no one would judge whether I am right
And once again would try to put me straight.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem