Long time ago, we two set out, br My soul and I. br I know not why, br For all our way was dim with doubt. br I know not where br We two may fare: br Though still with every changing weather, br We wander, groping on together. br br We do not love, we are not friends, br My soul and I. br He lives a lie; br Untruth lines every way he wends. br A scoffer he br Who jeers at me: br And so, my comrade and my brother, br We wander on and hate each other. br br Ay, there be taverns and to spare, br Beside the road; br But some strange goad br Lets me not stop to taste their fare. br Knew I the goal br Toward which my soul br And I made way, hope made life fragrant: br But no.