Gentle sleep

If one rests without scandal

when the light of day departs,

the pain in the shoes

which one pulls from the feet

must remain standing by the bed.

And so stops also my mind:

thoughts, which drive out sleep,

I throw away with my clothes.

I've never bestowed

excess of worries on food;

such people who think to borrow,

I don't say yes to any.

Days, which are to still come,

do not bother me in advance.

If my purse wants to pout,

patience will remove our dispute.