With bloodstained hands, shelterless

  
 Can you tell me which road love took when it left,
 which way it went? Go, find it now and bring it back to me!
 On what path of this world has it lost itself?
 If today it truly dies in some wounded pride,
 then I'll live only in the life beyond this life.
  
 Let this life remain stuck in this failed chariot,
 don't we know even now what love really is?
 Love—it's nothing but a life-lame earthworm!
 And still you search for cheap calculations within it!
 Push aside your busyness and understand life a little!
  
 When evening comes, trampling the day's exhaustion,
 lighting the lamp, a strange peace still trembles!
 When the crow-drenched afternoon rolls away, wringing the sky,
 dress yourself in turbid clouds at least!
  
 Hey brother, understand the accounts, the accounts?
 Those who understand accounts must live through sleepless nights,
 measuring their entire youth in careful calculations,
 the calculating person seeks a half-fed, hidden light.
 What little you've gained, and how much slipped through your fingers,
 keep that much in your accounts, swallow it all down!
  
 Love has measured out today's old deprivations,
 let deprivation be your nature—even knowing this is a great sin!
 Scratch your head and search all day for light, only light,
 I've lost this shore, lost that shore too,
 and you actually say this understanding is good!
  
 Why all this lamentation in your restless heart!
 Try boldly saying "I love"—see how you die in calculations alone.
 Just as morning comes for you now,
 so comes my deep night's fear.
 I hold emotion cupped in my fist,
 love—I've come to cast it behind the week's end.
  
 What little I hold in the corner of my eye, sheltered by shy glances,
 the one who hurts me and leaves me wounded—
 this heart of mine already burns in terrible fire,
 but does she really count how much I matter?
 Still the consolation you offer, just forcing that small flower,
 seeing it, only fear rises in my weary body,
 alas, she knows nothing of faith, nothing of love!
  
 Let me go, let me finish with this silent night,
 like dry leaves I too will fade away, you'll see!
 In the stars' embrace I'll become decay, won't return to what pulls me back!
 The timid night trembles today in the burnt sun's past heat,
 at the horizon some unknown shadow ends in deep night.
  
 Winter or autumn, everything comes,
 yet one fear passes through the night understanding,
 I think, perhaps spring ends in this untimely hour!
  
 This heart's depths, I'll follow them today as I wish,
 walking and walking, this path will end only with love.
 I'll meet the day, in the intimate night's union,
 we'll talk under the silk-cotton tree in the bright fortnight's absorbed battle,
 whatever pain there is will be soothed only by the stars' magic,
 life imprisoned in one life's light and shadow.
  
 When all my letters are finished,
 you come! Come and take away my full, adorned self.
 Truth is correct only that much, smeared with whatever destruction survives,
 even so, I'm still alive today.