A sign we are, meaningless

Mnemosyne (2nd version) by Friedrich Hoelderlin

A sign we are, meaningless,
painless we are and have almost
Forgotten speech in exile.
When notably over mankind
there is strife in heaven and forcibly
the moons travel, such is speaking also the sea and the streams
must seek their way. Undoubtedly, though,
There is one. He
Can change it daily. Scarcely he needs
law. And is sounding the leave and oak trees
are blowing alongside the glaciers. As not everything
is feasible for the Heavenly ones. Namely, mortals
Reach forth unto the abyss. Thus it turns, the echo,
With them. Long is
the Time, but it cometh
the True.

(Translated from German, Tynvdb 121114)