Chapter 39 wanderer of the world

wanderer of the world tell me, star, your bright wings Lifted high in the flight of your fire, In which cave in the night You just folded your wings? Tell me, moon, you are pale and weak, Wandering on the way to heaven, Where do you want to be day or night To be at peace? O weary wind, you are wandering, Like guests banished from the world, you still have a secret lair On a tree or a wave? 1820 Translated by Cha Liangzheng