Where does an idea come from?
Yesterday I prepared the soil for it.
Today my field is for sale,
The invisible farmer knew what he was buying.

Fertile for sport, science or song,
War or love, money or misfortune —
Will I climb the mountain or fall into the abyss —
My new master will sow thoughts.

The grain will sprout. Will I weed or tear it out —
Depends on me and the neighboring lords.
Will I take root in the summit or be flung into the crater —
It is in the will of the micro- and macroworlds.