Flaming eyes, dark hair
Eduard Behm
Flaming eyes, dark hair,
sweet and audacious boy,
because of you my poor heart
toils with sorrow!
Can the sun's fire make ice,
or turn day into night?
Can the ardent breast of a man
breathe without glowing desire?
Is the field so full of light
that the flowers stand in darkness?
Is the world so full of joy
that the heart is abandoned to torment?