Lost as a candle lit at noon,
Lost as a snowflake in the vast sea
You love me, and I find you still
A spirit beautiful and bright,
Yet I am I, who long to be
Lost as a light is lost in light....
I do not love thee! —no! I do not love thee!
And yet when thou art absent I am sad;
May you in this new being be blissful
You now should not be in me.....
You now should not be in me.....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem