I am glad,
the prison walls of my house have dropped away from me,
And I am on the top of my roof.
I feel as a victor feels when 
he enters a conquered city.
The cruel roof was between 
me and heaven;
I conquer the roof 
by being on the roof.
My soul breathes 
freedom at last,
I am nearer heaven, 
and heaven is nearer me.
I see the clouds, 
I see the stars.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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" I am glad, the prison walls of my house have dropped away from me, And I am on the top of my roof. I feel as a victor feels when he enters a conquered city. The cruel roof was between me and heaven; I conquer the roof by being on the roof. My soul breathes freedom at last, I am nearer heaven, and heaven is nearer me. I see the clouds, I see the stars." - aesthetic, ethereal!