But I know

But I know, many a night I see you -

in my dreams your sweet laughter sounds,

and often, waking, murmur my lips

lost wishes recalling you.

And incessantly time is moving,

and my traces, like yours, will be blown away

to the walls of those still meadows,

where silently hill follows hill.

Then will the whirlwind walk around the graves,

It will, with rain-damped wings,

sing of people's joy and young love.

But we will rest and will not understand him.