Quote#Death
We are the voices of the wandering wind
Quote byEdwin Arnold · 1832–1904
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: The Deva's Song..
English (original)
We are the voices of the wandering wind, Which moan for rest and rest can never find; Lo! as the wind is, so is mortal life, A moan, a sigh, a sob, a storm, a strife.
— Edwin Arnold
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