Down in the chasm all my fears
For good I drop.
Limbs shake no more, the vision clears -
Now to the top!

I move uphill without a stop,
I waste no time...
And in the world there’s no top
That you can’t climb.

Of all the new, unbeaten routes
One route is mine!
To far-off lines I’ll start my boots
To gain one line!

The names of those, fallen here,
Are kept by snows...
Through an unknown distant sphere
My road goes!

The icy glow filled the cracks
And covered steeps...
And secrets of somebody’s tracks
The granite keeps.

Above the heads, above the herds
My goal is seen...
And I believe that snows and words
Are always clean.

A lot of years will have passed
But I’ll recall,
How there I killed the doubts at last
Inside my soul.

The water wished me in a chat:
“Good luck, be blessed!”
And what a day... What day was that?
Ah... Wednesday... yes...