Edith Södergran: The September Lyre
I don’t believe in humans.
I'd have crushed my lyre
if I didn’t believe in God.
God shows me the way
out of the fog to the sun’s shining orb.
He loves those who wander lightfootedly.
Therefore he gave me all this carefreeness.
I believe in him as in the firm rock.
If I am his right child – nothing can harm me.