Along the cliffside of a mountain top I watch my horses rush ahead The air is dry, I drink the fog and breathe the wind And I sense with horrid wonder I am dying, I am dying! Slow down my horses slow down Take pace with care and caution But the horses Iíve been given, so stubborn and unforgiving Wonít hear the words Iím singing, and wonít let be the life Iím living Iíll water the horses as they lead me towards it To the edge, in the silence, my final moment, by their guidance They are racing toward the nearing end Like a feather blown from a gifting hand My advice does not affect them, no attention to direction In the lens of my old timepiece, I bid well to my reflection Slow down my horses slow down Take pace with care and caution But the horses Iíve been given, so stubborn and unforgiving Wonít hear the words Iím speaking, by their haste I am imprisoned Iíll water the horses as they lead me towards it To the edge, in the silence, my final moment, by their guidance We have made it right on schedule, we were left with so few choices I can hear the angels singing with such loud and scolding voices Or is it the sleigh bells ringing in a chorus drenched with tears Or is it I the one whoís screaming as my horses disappear? Slow down my horses slow down Take pace with care and caution But the horses Iíve been given, so stubborn and unforgiving Wonít hear the words Iím singing, and wonít let be the life Iím living Iíll water the horses as they lead me towards it To the edge, in the silence, my final moment, by their guidance
© Elizabeth Brown. Translation, 2020