My love, where tarries

My love, where tarries

Your wrongly-treading feet?

The nightingale chatters

About yearning and kisses.

The trees whisper

In the golden luster,

Dreams slip in

Through my window.

Ah! Do you know the pining

Of a throbbing breast?

- these thoughts and hopes

full of pain and full of joy?

Give wing to your haste

And rescue me,

While it remains night;

We shall fly from here.

The sails, they swell,

Fear is but a trifle:

There, beyond the waves

Is our homeland.

Our home recedes.

So let it!

Love draws

the thoughts powerfully.

Hark! ecstatically resound

the waves in the sea.

They bounce and jump

Cheerily along.

And should they lament?

They call for you!

They know that they are carrying

Love from here.