My Pillow gazes upon me at night
Empty as a gravestone;
I never thought it would be so bitter
To be alone,
Don't be downcast, soon the night will come,
When we can see the cool moon laughing in secret
Over the faint countryside,
And we rest, hand in hand.
At night, when the sea cradles me
And the pale star gleam
Lies down on its broad waves,
Then I free myself wholly
Only on me, the lonely one,
The unending stars of the night shine,
The stone fountain whispers its magic song,
You brothers, who are mine,
Poor people, near and far,
Longing for every star,
Dream of relief from pain,
In this evil year, autumn comes early...
I walk by night in the field, alone, the rain clatters,
The wind on my hat...And you? And you, my friend?
Is this everything now, the quick delusions of flowers,
And the down colors of the bright summer meadow,
The soft blue spread of heaven, the bees' song,
Is this everything only a god's
As every flower fades and as all youth
Departs, so life at every stage,
So every virtue, so our grasp of truth,
How heavy the days are.
There's not a fire that can warm me,
Not a sun to laugh with me,