Thou couldst ever from me seek
A song of sorrow for the weak,
Defiance to the tyrant’s crime.
—Translated by Charles Derbyshire.
THE SONG OF THE TRAVELER
Like to a leaf that is fallen and withered,
Tossed by the tempest from pole unto pole;
Thus roams the pilgrim abroad without purpose,
Roams without love, without country or soul.
Following anxiously treacherous fortune,