SECOND MOVEMENT:
THIRD MOVEMENT:
FOURTH MOVEMENT:
“Come here…you…Go back to the woman,
leave the coin where it belongs,
or you will never find peace under the sky!”
Then the brook sadly whispered,
“Oh Freedom, you are only robbing yourself…
One day you will know what you’ve done…”
This strummed a compassionate string in Freedom’s heart
and he stopped. “Maybe I should return the coin?”
But then the crow spoke. “Well, here we go. I knew it!
See how soon you forgot that Hope is in trouble!”
Reminded about the beautiful Hope, Freedom quivered and said,
“I promise from my heart, to return here one day,
the golden coin I will give back to the mother I robbed today.”
Then he just went on, with the first coin burning in his hand,
without turning back, in a hurry around the world,
the crow on his shoulder, wearing a gloating smile.
Freedom went through many rivers and brooks
which reminded him of the robbed, crying child.
Over hills and mountains he wandered and wandered…
Under heavy rains, winters, snow and mud,
in hot summers he was swimming in salty sweat…
One day Freedom arrived in a small village.
A lot of people had gathered around the well.
There was music and everyone was dancing.
A young bride danced with her groom like a butterfly.
A wedding dance, with beautiful steps, joined by their families.
On the bride’s chest – a necklace of golden coins.
Freedom stared at the shining necklace,
as if drunk from the sight of the gold,
he jumped into the singing crowd,
still unaware of the reason for the feast.
With these people he drank and ate
rising toast after toast but no smile graced his lips.
Without joy and smile – he didn’t laugh, not even once.
And the happy people never saw
the red-hot sparks thrown from his wild eyes.
At last he stood up before the bride,
he looked like a drowning man who had survived a terrible storm.
From her white neck, he tore the golden necklace with his hand.
In the commotion, the angry people started screaming.
But the precious wedding present he tucked in his bag.
The father of the bride without fear said in disgust.
“Shame on you! How dare you insult us, stranger?”
He reached with his hand for the necklace,
but a heavy fist stopped him on his place.
“There is time aplenty to return the gold
and this I vow to do someday,” said Freedom.
“But this is my quest – to collect all the
gold from around the World.”
Freedom was blind to their pity, deaf to their cries.
“Misery will find you, wherever you are,
you are robbing only yourself…”
