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.
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?
At night, when the sea cradles me
And the pale star gleam
Lies down on its broad waves,
Then I free myself wholly
You brothers, who are mine,
Poor people, near and far,
Longing for every star,
Dream of relief from pain,
Only on me, the lonely one,
The unending stars of the night shine,
The stone fountain whispers its magic song,
How heavy the days are.
There's not a fire that can warm me,
Not a sun to laugh with me,
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
with the gentleness of arabesques
our life is similar
to the existence of fairies