Classic Poem

You , my brother, stayed at home,
Threshing out the beans—
I hied me to Germany,
Seeking where my Luck might be,
League on league to roam.

Under Bukowina's sky,
Even there I went,
Passed the flinty Tyrol's bar,
Wandered till I reached a star—
Wandering still am I!

Ah, my brother, you did well—
Threshing all the while.
Luck that would not come to me,
Luck I went so far to see,
In your beans it fell!