This is my place, here
I was born and here I stayed –
tree, mountain, rock in the storm

Clouds flee
from the wind of time
but I'm steady, I know what it's like

My father cut me
and put me athwart the wind
like a ship's mast

under large sails, anchors
deep into the bottom, firm
like the Horse of Marken

     My sons are stubborn
     I have learned from it
     I must be strict

     if need be, beat my wife
     ignore what she means well
     and curtail her freedom

     for free mothers make sons free
     to think that new ideas
     sail faster than the wind

     But a man knows better
     It is the beginning of the end
     if he deson't end every beginning