My love gleams

My love gleams

in dark splendour,

like a fairy tale, sad and gloomy,

told on a summer's night:

"In a magic garden wander

two lovers, mute and alone;

nightingales are singing,

the moonlight glimmers.

"The maiden stands as silent as a picture,

and the knight kneels before her.

There comes the giant of the wilderness,

and the frightened maiden flees.

"The knight sinks bleeding to the ground,

the giant stumbles home -"

When I've been buried,

then will this tale be done.