By Juhan Liiv
It must be somewhere, the original harmony,
somewhere in great nature, hidden.
Is it in the furious infinite,
in distant stars’ orbits,
is it in the sun’s scorn,
in a tiny flower, in treegossip,
in heartmusic’s mothersong
or in tears?
It must be somewhere, immortality,
somewhere the original harmony must be found:
how else could it infuse
the human soul,
Translated from the Estonian by H. L. Hix and Jüri Talvet Source: Poetry (June 2011) http://bit.ly/kxfS8D