With this wind comes fate

Let it come all that surging and blind

Before which we will glow

Be still, don't bestir yourself, so it finds us

From somewhere this winds brings

Staggering from bearing, nameless things

That which we are, over the sea

... If only we were it, so we would be home

The heavens in us would rise up and down

With this wind, fate goes immensely

Beyond us ever and anon

The storm, the shifter of shapes

Drives on across the woods and across time

The world looks as if it had no age

The landscape, like a line in the psalm book

Is seriousness and weight and eternity!

What we (choose to) fight is so vane!

What fights (with) us is so great!

If only we (would) let ourselves be dominated

As things do in storms

We would become power and need no names!