I don’t want to come, yet suddenly I’m here;
I don’t want to go, and suddenly I’m gone.
Don’t know where I’ve come from or where I’m going.
In this, of course, there is true waxing and waning.
Since Heaven can’t speak, I’ll tell on its behalf:
Just wait for Old Master Chaos to give back my life—
If he looks for me, he’ll naturally find me.

Translated by J.P. Seaton