Bloom forth!
This article was originally published in German. The English version is an automatic translation and may contain errors. The German original is authoritative.
The gorge ravine there darkly mocks,
It grants a place to die,
Where dreaming life in youth decays,
The fatally destined heirs of fate,
What cries of hope in moss are lost!
In the grave of corpses, as if shrieking, peeled,
My self, is it on the verge of shattering?
The nymph's command torments me alone,
Into darkness the burdens force me,
Where lungs doubtfully struggle for breath.
Then there wafts brightly a whispering breath into the heart,
Prays, and suffering breaks,
Secretly soothes incurable pain,
Lets me graze on green meadow,
What beauty fragrances grace adorns!
Felt as though I were quietly buried,
Yet in foresight deeply planted,
In the beginning lies an end buried,
Like the sunflower, which smiling,
New, full of life, though fleeting dances.
A.P. Kingh