Expectation

I salute you from the bottom of my heart:

two eyes, bright and pure,

two little roses on your mouth,

your gown as lustrous as sunshine!

Nightingales fret and weep,

the grove rustles sensually,

and everything reminds me of my beloved:

where is she lingering so alone?

Even though it was dark outside

I saw much bright light;

now it is light and clear

but I must be in darkness.

The sun should not have risen,

for I only see it sleeping

as I wish the entire day

that it might be night again.

Love floats through the air,

to catch up with my beloved, far away;

go forth, beyond mountain and chasm!

and she shall yet again be mine!