Vagrants
Long time ago, we two set out,My soul and I.I know not why,For all our way was dim with doubt.I know not whereWe two may fare:Though still with every changing weather,We wander, groping on together.
We do not love, we are not friends,My soul and I.He lives a lie;Untruth lines every way he wends.A scoffer heWho jeers at me:And so, my comrade and my brother,We wander on and hate each other.
Ay, there be taverns and to spare,Beside the road;But some strange goadLets me not stop to taste their fare.Knew I the goalToward which my soulAnd I made way, hope made life fragrant:But no. We wander, aimless, vagrant!