Because I have suffered

Because I have suffered, blessed titmouse,

I know what the other has suffered, for I was two...

I know how long you lay awake at night

and how anguish for me swelled your bosom.

Sometimes one would say that a dear head,

trusting and pure, you who are sister of the blooming flax

and who sometimes stare at the sky as they do,

one would say that a head bent in the night

weighs heavily on my life forever.