"Hey, keeper of sheep,
There at the edge of the road,
What does the blowing wind tell you?”
“That it’s wind, and it’s blowing,
And that it was blowing,
And it will be blowing.
And to you, what does it say?”
“Much more than that.
It speaks to me of many other things.
Of memories and of longing
And of things that never happened.”
“You have never heard the wind blow.
The wind only speaks about the wind.
What you heard from it was a lie,
And the lie is inside you.”
Translated by Martin Earl for