A magic moment I
A magic moment I remember
I raised my eyes and you were there.
A fleeting vision, the quintessence
Of all that's beautiful and rare...
I shed my tears; my tears – my consolation;
And I am silent; my murmur is dead,
My soul, sunk in a depression’s shade,
Hides in its depths the bitter exultation.
I don’t deplore my passing dream of life --
Vanish in dark, the empty apparition!
I care only for my love’s infliction,
And let me die, but only die in love!
Thou and You
She substituted, by a chance,
For empty "you" ‒ the gentle "thou";
And all my happy dreams, at once,
In loving heart again resound.
In bliss and silence do I stay,
Unable to maintain my role:
"Oh, how sweet you are!" I say ‒
"How I love thee!" says my soul.
Did you attend? He sang by grove ripe;
The bard of love, the singer of his mourning.
When fields were silent by the early morning,
To sad and simple sounds of a pipe
Did you attend?
Did you behold in dark of forest leaf
The bard of love, the singer of his sadness?
The trace of tears, the smile, the utter paleness,
The quiet look, full of eternal grief,
Did you behold?
Then did you sigh when hearing how cries
The bard of love, the singer of his dole?
When in the woods you saw the young man, sole,
And met the look of his extinguished eyes,
Then did you sigh?
I love you; though it makes me
Though vain it seems, and melancholy -
Yet to this shameless, hapless folly
I'll be confessing at your feet...