What Is It Like to Be a Stone? (Second Version)

Why should I feel at peace among stones
on these azure days that are brisk and bright?

That same material for idols and thrones,
why should the creature of conscience not bite?

Pantheism shines no light—
God is the rock apart from all stones.

How the trees recoil at slightest wind blown.
Why should their branches put up a fight,

as if swords were drawn over lofty thrones,
or dogs were competing for medals of meat?

Placid among ponds and paths, left and right,
such anxiety is not found in stones.

Equality in nature? That is deceit.
The incomprehensible peace at the heights—
kings and commoners cannot share this throne.