19. Like a Child

I am singular in my trustfulness,
I am devoid of ambition,
I am as innocent as a babe.
I am a waif, a stray, a child without a home.
All others have an excess of things,
and I am as one abandoned.
How foolish and simple I am!
I am bewildered.
Everyone sparkles with intelligence;
I am along in my obscurity.

I am tossed about like the ocean;
I wander and am never at rest.
Everyone has something to do;
I alone am incapable and without merit.

I alone am estranged from the people,
but I glory at the breast of my mother!