Translated by A. Z. Foreman - Rhyme II lyrics

A headlong flying arrow Fired by a random hand Not knowing where its trembling Steel tip shall pierce and land. A leaf from a dry tree-branch Ripped by a crazy gust: Unknowable the furrow Where it shall fall at last. A huge wave that the ocean's Winds pull and push and lash, Rolling with no idea What beach it means to splash. Lights in a hallway's torches Burn, destined to expire, None caring which possesses The longest-lasting fire. These things am I who travel This world, who do not know Where I am from nor whither My willful feet will go.