Around the beggar from Luossa, sat all the people in a ring, and at the campfire they heard his song. About beggars and road-men and about wonderful things, and about his longing he sang All Night Long:
“There is something beyond the mountains, beyond the flowers and the song, there is something beyond the stars, beyond my feverish heart. ‘Hear’ something whispers and entices me and prays: Come to us, for this earth is not your kingdom.
I have listened to the quiet waves against the beach, about the rest of the wildest seas I have dreamed. And in the spirit have I hastened towards the formless land, where the dearest we knew will be forgotten.
To a wild and eternal longing we were born of mothers pale, from the birth pains of a troubled mind rose our first wailing sound. We were thrown on mountains and plains to tumble about and play, and we played moose and lion, butterfly, beggar and god.
I sat quietly by her side, she whose heart was like mine, with gentle hands she tenderly tended to our nest, I heard my heart cry out, what you own is not yours, and I was carried away by the spirit to get rest.
What I love, it is beyond and hidden in the dark distance, and my right path is high and wonderful. In the midst of the uproar I am enticed to pray before the Lord: ‘Take all the earth away, I want to own what no one, no one has!’
Follow me, Brother, Beyond the mountains, by the still cool rivers, where all the sea slowly falls asleep within the mountain bed. Somewhere beyond heaven is my home, I have my mother, in the midst of gold-covered mists in a rose mantle dressed.
May the black salty water cool the cheeks feverishly red, may we be miles from life before the morning has dawned Out of this world was I, and infinite tribulation I suffered for my worry, unbelief, and the sake of my burning love.
At a seashell-studded Seashore, stands a gate of heavy roses, there the decayed ship wrecks and the tired men get rest. Never before heard loud songs like the echoes of violins sing under the vault where eternally young children of bliss dwell.»
