Twilight

Dusk prepares to spread its wings,

the trees rustle ominously,

clouds approach like heavy dreams -

what does this horror mean?

If you have a favorite roe,

don't let it graze alone;

hunters roam the forest, sounding their horns,

their voices straying hither and thither.

If you have a friend on earth,

do not trust him in this hour;

friendly might he seem in eye and mouth,

yet he plans for war in deceitful peace.

What today goes wearily down,

will lift itself tomorrow newly born.

Much goes astray at night -

beware - be alert and wide awake!