I tower almost to the clouds
on the lookout to see you,
to be aware of your arrival
and at night I hang out bright lanterns
while I scout into the distance
are looking if I can see your star jumping
or somewhere can find a sign of your arrival
over the plains that lay far into the distance
and when you are far off at the horizon
then my heart is already flowering,
then great joy is present in the cathedral
of my eyes,
then the hall of welcome
is prepared for the banquet of our love
and as if I have consumed
too many bottles of champagne
you are already foaming in my veins
long before you are with me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lots of feeling and emotion expressed in this poem. I enjoyed it very much. On line six, did you mean AM LOOKING instead of ARE LOOKING? If not, I don't quite understand what the things are that are looking.