Blessed be the sun on other lands Which makes all men my brothers Because every man, one moment in the day, looks at it like me And in this pure moment, All clean and tender, They go back tearfully With a sigh they barely feel To the true and primitive man Who saw the sun rise and didn’t worship it yet. Because that’s natural—more natural Than worshipping gold and God And art and morality… – Alberto Caeiro
Blessed be the sun on other lands
Which makes all men my brothers
Because every man, one moment in the day, looks at it like me
And in this pure moment,
All clean and tender,
They go back tearfully
With a sigh they barely feel
To the true and primitive man
Who saw the sun rise and didn’t worship it yet.
Because that’s natural—more natural
Than worshipping gold and God
And art and morality… – Alberto Caeiro