When I set off to the world
And put on the big shoes
The ones where soil from my flower garden
A seed from my orchard
And young unharvested wheat
Can be put in
I wrap myself with the sun of my people
I turn once again
On the borders between the worlds
I’m not afraid of turning into salt
There’s no evil in my homeland where I’ll return
When it washes away the dust of human negligence
It will be reborn all clean and pure