A lifelong lamentation. Bitten um tausende Beichte, auf hunderte Sprachen.
My troubled mind, awoken to a surprising morning,
And my silent heart, condemned to a fervent beating;
I await at the promised place, and my guts
Deny me of enjoyment of any earthly delicacies;
For my being denies all that is not your grace.
Silent yet graceful steps echo through the flowers,
I am dumbfounded by the scenery I held witness;
I saw strings of a sunset along with most beautiful emeralds!
You came over me like a tempest, covered in full darkness,
So that you might be protected from poisonous gazes.
How ridiculous must I have looked as you told me:
That you were seen by none, as if you were invisible;
For my sight was obscured by the green oceans in your eyes,
I could see neither the wide grasses, nor the green lights;
For if you are not in my gaze, any step forward is futile.
As I part with you with promises and little teases,
Everything inside me weighs heavier than my sighs.
I climb this invisible wall, unable to breathe with pace;
In the hopes of that I could convey these words in grace
and reach out to you with a smile on my face.