The wind blows,
And what a turbulence!
I stand on my spot,
Right where nature has kept me.
Much on my own part,
So little I could do.
Who can change the course of the wind,
Or the tide of the least ocean wave?

The wind blows
And what a turbulence!
I stand adrift
Knowing not how to course on the wind
Nor how well to surf the ocean wave.
I could plow just a little
And the least castle I'm yet to erect,
For the wind is turbulent

So squally it is up that mountain,
In it oddly height and breadth.
Inhabited by its feral denizens.
And below lies the raging ocean
Ever roaring like a ferocious beast,
As it stretches all round
And afar down the horizon
And even far, far beyond.

Gloat not over me
You that's so blest by natures chance.
You might have been standing oddly,
And yet with blissful fortune,
Nevertheless calls not for matchless par.
Nature sets me down on my spot.
It cast not even its slightest pebble.
So why should you?
© Augstine