Starless and cold the night; the sea foams;
flatly over the waves the changed north wind
tells a story. A stranger approaches a hut;
the fisherman`s daughter next to a stove;
her father on high seas.
I have kept my promise.
It is time for the Gods to return.
Sternlos und kalt ist die Nacht.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem