Near such a beautiful wheat field,
The engraved cross was so old
It stopped me. I hardly read:
"Unknown to all, except for God."
What was the immense outcome,
Who rests under this so blue granite,
Among this oscillating wheat?
"Unknown to all, except for God."
Is it a child, is it a man
For whom death did, that's very well,
build this golden square as kingdom?
"Unknown to all, except for God."
Did he suffer? Was he guilty?
Did he make cry beautiful eyes?
Was he tragedy or a fable?
"Unknown to all, except for God."
Does he have the rain for village
And the winter wind for chief place,
With the sun for the only mob?
"Unknown to all, except for God."
It's between the cartwheels I took
The path of the only great love,
Under a dazzling lighting flood.
"Unknown to all, except for God."