Doef weer
Rain and clouds
Pressure then sunshine
The heavens weep
To share my heavy heart
In Grashaven where the little boats moor
I found comfort
In strangers boor
This home comfort no more
A beetle's song
Of weeping long
In a box swiftly moving
You placed me there
Never again to see me fair
High aboard the blue bird high
My beetle and I
Fly back home
To river's aisle.
My beetle passes
Amidst the air
He took with him
My spirit's fair
A heart of stone
Now all I have.
Duly sworn
Never to love.
O'er river aisle
The sun is bright
Tis powerless
O'er my doef weer.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
touching piece... lovely