Romance# Translation - 译林
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We know not whom we trust
Nor whitherward we fare,
But we run because we must
Through the great wide air.
The waters of the seas
Are throubled as by strom.
The tempest strips the trees
And does not leave them warm.
Does the tearing tempest pause?
Do the tree-tops ask it why?
So we run without a cause
'Neath the big bare sky.
The rain is on our lips,
We do not run for prize.
but the strom the water whips
And the wave howls to the skies.
The winds arise and strike i
Nor whitherward we fare,
But we run because we must
Through the great wide air.
The waters of the seas
Are throubled as by strom.
The tempest strips the trees
And does not leave them warm.
Does the tearing tempest pause?
Do the tree-tops ask it why?
So we run without a cause
'Neath the big bare sky.
The rain is on our lips,
We do not run for prize.
but the strom the water whips
And the wave howls to the skies.
The winds arise and strike i