The Wanderer Addresses The Moon
I on the earth, you in the sky -
we both wander briskly on:
I stern and troubled
You mild and pure;
what might be the difference between us?
A stranger, I wander from land to land,
so rootless and unknown;
up mountains and down,
into forests and out,
but nowhere am I - alas! - at home.
But you [Moon] wander up and down,
from the eastern cradle to the western grave,
on your pilgrimage from land to land;
and wherever you are, you are at home.
The sky, endlessly spreading,
is your beloved homeland
O happy is he who, wherever he goes,
still stands on native ground!
(Translation by Emily Ezust)