The soul and the drop of water.

Little drop of water, through the clouds you have passage, Do you know what your destiny will be? Upon what bed of foliage Will the morning kiss come to offer itself to you? Of the plain where the soil is warm, Like a foaming torrent on the flank of the hill, What ocean or icy spring Awaits, drop of water, your kiss in hushed tones? Will you be able to iridesce the colored hedge? In the mire will you leave your fragrant canticle, Or sleep, beloved lover, In the laughing calyx of a flower?

Ah! what did life’s chance, in which you smiled, give you, Its goods or the pain from which you shield yourself? In a certain plane of harmonies, A slave you are born and so you die… But the soul, sublime mystery, A ray come from heaven unto immortality, The soul rises or sinks Before the breath of liberty.

(Rapping spirit of Carcassonne.)