Tumult
Once again I am alone with the beautiful appearance of the night
Once again I fell in love; in love with night’s solitude
Once again – wake up people! – everyone is asleep and I am drunk with visions
I have taken the cups from the cup-bearer of the dreamlike night
Oh! How wondrous it is that I see with the heart’s eyes!
Once again the moon calls me “my daughter”
It kindly invites me to its house
And with hundreds of compliments and gifts it invites me to my homeland
Once again temptation surrounded my heart
To take my life out of this sorrowful world
To fly happily in the sky
To live my life outside the cage
How strange it will be to get out of this darkened house
My house will be a wedge of God’s moon
My spirit will soar towards God’s bright light
My heart will become the refuge of signs of survival
I am a bird without wings who wants to fly
I should look for a powerful hand
If nobody breaks this steel ring
Of course temptation’s thirst will burn me
You can take me to my destination
Ah! O poem! Help me!
Without you all these things would bring tumult to my heart
You tempted me, you helped me
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