Here in Macedonia,

      In a hotel whose name I cannot pronounce,

In a town whose name I do not know,

      Where they speak a foreign tongue,

And sing songs from a culture

       I do not understand–

I am at home, and at peace.

What is this universal depth to things?

       That enlivens our compassion and understanding,

            And places us at home,

       Everywhere upon the Earth?

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