…I always carried leaves and
fresh branches in my hands
and wherever a river stopped
my steps, I disregarded its
powerful current, mule-rider
who I was, I started crossing
in a fastened path that lasted
only while I was passing; and I
was a river passer, a mule rider
an engraving on the rock
mule and man, the same flesh
different from the stone, which
assumed a soul and departed
if I was lost in the deep thought
of struggle, pain and yearning
in my mind the one emperor
having a crown on his head
the crown of the universe.

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