I fear so the word of man.

They describe so distinctly everything:

All expressed has such precision:

And this they call dog and that they call house,

And this is called hound and that is called house

Here the start and there the end.

and here is begin and the end is there.

I worry about their mockery with words,

I fear the meaning, the mocking game,

They know everything, what will be, what was;

all is known, what will be and was;

No mountain is still miraculous

mountains no longer hold any splendor;

And their house and yard lead right up to god

garden and grounds go straight to God.

I want to warn and object:

I want ever to warn and resist: Stay away.

Let the things be !

I want to hear the singing things.

I enjoy listening to the soung they are making

You touch them: they are stiff and dumb.

But you always touch

You kill the things for me.

And they hush and stand still.

That's how you kill.