what is this vagabond doing in our
clean streets built by our hard-working people?
everybody knows that a vagabond
belongs to the meadows. let one of us
hold him by his hand, if anyone dares,
and walk him to the land where he belongs.
because if you let him to his own will
where he goes will be neither far away
nor a vagabond land – he will always
end up coming back here soiling our streets.
he will walk on our grass, naturally,
just to get a sense of the earth revolving under his feet