The wind so swift, the sky so wide, apes wail and cry; Water so clear, and beach so white, birds wheel and fly;
The boundless forest sheds its leaves shower by shower; The endless river rolls its waves hour after hour;
A thousand miles from home, I’m grieved at autumn’s plight; Ill now and then for years, alone I’m on this height;
Living in times so hard, at frosted hair I pine; Cast down by poverty, I have to give up wine.
