Oh, I want to dance the way I’ve never danced!

So God does not feel in me like

an imprisoned slave -- in shackles.

Earth, give me wings:

an arrow I want to be, to cut through

the great expanse

so I don’t see around but sky,

sky above

sky under me --

and lit by waves of light

I want to dance

hit by the lightning of unparalleled elation

so God breathes freely in me,

and He does not protest:

“I am but an imprisoned slave!”