Wanderer of the blue sky, lover of the sea,
Grant us fish, grant us water, Oh—to grant us
That wild harbinger who ignites the stars of night.
From heavy reality, we have sealed ourselves shut.
Free as song that leaves no trace, vast
And all-encompassing—a joy beyond all joys—
Manifesting everything, yet dissolving into nothingness,
While we remain, trapped in triviality of form.
A dream more real than reality, a thought
More fluid than water, here they wither away;
An azure spirit, leaping, never at rest,
Creator of paths, a traveler upon no path.
Beholding all beauty through your eyes,
We sink only deeper into our melancholy,
With the sun beneath our feet, and our strength nebulous
Our own abundant void—we sing:
Day and night, the soaring of that white bird,
Beyond the reach of knowledge, toward ranges beyond the mountain,
That which we cannot possess, you stand at the center,
Wanderer of the blue sky, lover of the sea!