Hyperion's Song of Fate

You walk up there in the light,
  On floors like velvet, blissful spirits, 
    Shining winds divine
      Touch you lightly
        As a harper touches holy
          Strings with her fingers.

Fateless as babes asleep
  They breathe, the celestials.
    Chastely kept
      In a simple bud,
        For them the spirit
          Flowers eternal,
             And in bliss their eyes
               Gaze in eternal
                  Calm clarity.

But to us it is given
  To find no resting place
    We faint, we fall,
      Suffering, human
        Blindly from one
          To the next moment
            Like water flung
              From rock to rock down
                Long years into uncertainty.

-Hölderlin (tran Christopher Middleton)