We present this work in honor of the poet’s 160th birthday.
A solitary pilgrim I,
Through foreign lands I stray;
Yet am I not alone—my song
Goes with me all the way.
And if the night around be black.
I make it bright as day;
I sing, and then the song lights up.
The darkness of the way.
I do not sigh for weariness,
However far I stray;
The heavenly staff of song makes short
The long, out-stretching way.
Ah, sad indeed that pilgrim’s fate
Who goes alone all day
Nor has for comrade of his march
A song along the way!
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Beautifully written, skillfully translated poetry