Brooding

The days pass... the nights pass;

Summer has also gone; A yellowed leaf

rustles; the eyes grow dim;

the thoughts have died down; the heart sleeps;

Everything has gone to sleep... I do not know

whether you live, my love.

Coldly I look at the world,

Neither in tears, nor with laughter!

And what is my lot? My fate

is to remain unknowing...

But if no good fortune is to befall me,

Why can't I at least know the bad one?

Give not, o God, that I have to

wander as if in dreams...

And have my heart grow cold

Do not allow me to lay myself down

Like a rotten log on the road,

But allow me to live, my Creator,

o give that I live from the heart, from the heart!

So that I could praise your wonderful world,

So that I could love my neighbour!

Terrible mental bondage! It is hard therein.