Vineta

From the ocean's deep, deep depths

toll evening bells, muffled and faint,

to give us wonderful tidings

of the beautiful, ancient miracle-city.

Sunk deep down beneath the surging tide,

its ruins have stood fast.

Its battlements send up golden sparks

that reflect visibly on the surface.

And the sailor who once saw this magical shimmer

in the bright sunset

always sails back to the same place,

despite the circle of menacing cliffs above.

From the heart's deep, deep depths

rings a sound like bells, muffled and faint.

Ah, it sends such wonderful tidings

of the love that it has loved.

A beautiful world is sunk there,

its ruins have stood fast,

often sending up golden, heavenly sparks

visible in the mirror of my dreams.

And then I would like to plunge into the depths,

to immerse myself in the reflection,

for it seems to me as if angels called me

into the ancient miracle-city.