For it always welcomes whoever you are.
There the cold rapid rivers hurry and sing
And the water reflects the shine of stars.
Let exiles forget the rage of a prince
And the words of slander from envious lips.
There the land does calm you, the silence frees,
And the winds of the sky will dispel your grieves.
There a fire will warm your hands, not burn.
All exhausted hearts will enjoy a song,
Who were banned, deceived, debased and spurned
By the gods and people like adopted sons.