Silent Invocation

I love you, oh! I love you so deeply…
Every drop of my blood knows this,
Each teardrop of mine knows it too—
how deeply, how truly I love you!

Can't you feel this heart's yearning pull?
Every fallen flower knows,
The open window by my pillow knows—
through it I gaze at the sky each night,
I've spoken of you to that sky so often, it knows too,
I am so lost, so enchanted by you
that in your very essence I've made my home each night,
This need for you to come as my beloved into this life—
today it is nothing but a beggar woman's plea for alms!

How can I ever make you understand,
oh, how deeply, how boundlessly I love you!
Why won't you hear the song of this burning heart's torment,
which even the wind's whispered legends have learned!
It knows well how reluctantly, in what anguish
I bid you farewell,
how helplessly I accepted defeat,
falling to my knees before fate's
separating, merciless form!

It knows, oh it knows, everything in this world,
yes, every stroke of the pen knows
how much, exactly how much love and tender care
I poured into writing you as the eternal dawn of love's spring in dew's undying lines!

Today only my conclusion longs to be complete!
How can I make you understand
that in your absence I have turned self-destructive so many times!
In what language shall I tell you today—
I love you so deeply, so deeply, so deeply!
Why won't you understand this silent summoning of mine?