TO A HORSEMEN OF HORSES

1. Four elements in war they form the wild horse. Taming a colt is ordering strength and the weight and the measure; is to bring down the vertical fire and enhance the horizontal of water; put a brake on the air, two wings to the ground.

Good tamer who harmonizes and tates the four ropes of the horse! (Four sounds in war they form the wild colt). And the one who raises the musician's hands and puts them about the fury box can look straight at the Harmony that was born recently and in crying diapers. Because tame a colt It's like tuning a guitar. 

 
2.Horse tamer and friend who does not put borders to friendship, and a man given to silence like a lovely wine! Why will you come to me with the taste from the old days, of the old open and closed days like flowers? Are you coming to claim the birth from a promised compliment, horse-breaker?  (Strings that I took for dead resuscitate: they recover in my hand the dangerous sleeplessness of the music). 

 

3.Simple as a metal, man's metal,
with pure sound
of a man and a metal;
dark and humiliated
but still visible gold
of an original nobility that lasts
on your forehead;
man without science, more written
from the head to the feet with laws
and numbers, to mode
of a faithful mud;
and wise to the extent
of your fidelity;
So you come, friend without borders,
this is how we see you in the South:
and you bring prudence tight to your kidneys.
And benevolence
like a flower of salt in your eyes
It opens for us, tamer.

4.Built late!
Its immense curve of celestial animal
the earth gives us;
We are two men and a horse tamer,
placed in a musical office.
Man given to silence like a precious wine,
you move forward now:
on your forehead the noble custom of war
It has been drawn as a sign,
and the sagacity in your word
that does not deflect the wind.

 
5.What dark shape trembles and resolves in front of us? What sheaf of anger picks up your hand, tamer? (Four sounds in war they form the wild colt.) We are two men and a horse tamer placed in a musical office.  And the horse is beautiful: its lightning skin like the night; with the pulse of the sea, with the graceful turbulence of the sea: made to translation, to battle and to fatigue: our sign.  

 
6.The horse is beautiful like a wind that it became visible, but tame the wind is more beautiful and the tamer knows it.  And so we see them in the South: rider of the river and the flame; sitting in the storm of the animal that rises like fire that disperses like living water; your musical fingers affirmed in the sound box and put your attention on the Harmony that is born of war, flower of war.

 
7.This is how we saw it in the South. And when, victor and without glory, there was stamped on the hot metal of the beast his seal and our weapons, Friend without banks! we have seen it return to silence, dark and humiliated, but still visible gold of an ancient royalty that does not know die on your forehead  His name: Tamer of Horses, to the South. Horse-breaker, it is not his praise.