|My desert from your native land how many a league divides!|
Yet by your power the waters of my heart feels these rough tides.
|To what far gathering are you bound, what far gathering come?|
Your face is blanched, as if from journeyings long and wearisome.
|You in this universe all light, and I all darkness, share|
One destiny together in our valley of despair;
|I burn in a flame of longing, ah! burn for the gift of sight,|
And you, all seared with fires of longing, bed the sun for light;
|And if your footsteps cannot stray from one fixed circle’s bound,|
I too move in one circle as a compass-hand moves round.
|You roam forlorn life’s path to whose dull griefs I too am doomed,|
You shining through creation’s throng, I in my flame consumed;
|A long road lies before me and a long road waits for you;|
The silence of your thronging skies is here in my heart too.
|My nature is like yours, you who were born to seek, to rove,|
Though yours are silver rays—the light that guides my feet is love.
|I too dwell among many: if you go companionless|
Amid the company of heaven, I know your loneliness;
|And when for you the blaze of dawn proclaims extinction, I|
Drown with you in the crystal glory of eternity.
|And yet, yet, radiant moon! we are not of one race; it is|
No heart like your heart that can feel and tell its miseries.
|Though you are of light, and I of darkness made, you are|
Still far from thirst of consciousness, a thousand journeys far;
|Before my soul the path lies clear in view that it must trace—|
No gleam of knowledge such as mine will ever light your face.
Translated by: V.G. Kiernan