I am not moved to shout

I am not moved to shout
by birds or flowers.
You, you who work
from sunrise to sundown.
You, you who feel and live
all fear.
You move me to shout,
not birds or flowers.

You, who are loving among men,
are left alone.
You, who are denied by the world
all consolation.

I am not moved to shout
by birds or flowers.
A world that is already alive
in other places.
A world that is smothered here,
but does not die.
I am not moved to shout
by birds or flowers.

You, you who listen to me
not without fear.
You move me to shout
not birds or flowers.

You move me to shout.
You move me to shout.