How am I supposed to get anywhere here? Here
On this forest path?
There they offer their fruits for free,
The raspberries, a few blackberries, ah,
And there they stand too, the nettle with its seed.
They call for me to taste and
So I accept the gifts. Taste.
Each has a different one to offer.
Small and sweet, large and aromatic, a little overripe, still a little sour.
And so they stand there, each as a different being.
Like at the market.
Only they don’t tempt me
To encourage me to buy.
They selflessly give me everything they have to offer.
Rejoice with me in my happiness.
Only fear reigns in the market. Here blossoms only cosmic love.