I shall and will know thee, Unknown One.
Who searchest out the depths of my soul,
And blowest through my life like a storm,
Ungraspable, and yet my kinsman!
I shall and will know thee, and serve thee.
Mistral wind, chaser of clouds.
Killer of gloom sweeper of the skies,
Raging storm-wind, how I love thee!
Are we not both the first-fruits
Of some womb, forever predestined
To the same fate?