Climb the mountains and get their good tidings. Nature's
peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees. The
winds will blow their own freshness into you, and the storms
their energy, while cares will drop off like autumn leaves.
Our National Parks (fragment)
John Muir
Beklim de bergen
hoor hun tijding.
Vrede vloeit in je
als zon in de bomen.
Winden waaien hun frisheid naar binnen,
en stormen hun energie -
zorgen dwarrelen neer
als bladeren in de herfst.
vertaling: Lili Chavannes
uit: Meditatie
Arthur Zajonc
