I'm sitting here on a shimmering rockface.
The light breeze of youth summer,
like the warmth of a lovely dinner, flies.

I'm going to get my heart used to silence.
It's not that hard---it's tormenting here,
for which is gone, the head bends down
and the hand comes down.

I look at the voice of the mountains---
the light of your forehead is flashed by every leaf.
On the road, no one, no one,
I can see that the wind is going to make your skirt look better.
And under the brittle foliage,
I see your biking hair forward,
your soft breasts tremoring,
and, as soon as the stream runs away,
I see again how the fairy laughter springs
from the round white stones and your teeth.

I love you as the mother of my child,
as deep in the silent pits,
I love you like the light of the halls,
as a flame of the soul, body of tranquility!

I love you as much as mortals love
to live until they die.
All your smiles, your movements, your words,
I guard them like falling objects on the ground.
In my mind, like acids in metal,
I've bitten you with my instincts,
your kind, beautiful figure,
your being fills all the essentials there.

The moments go by,
but you sit silently in my ear.
Stars are falling and falling,
but you stopped in my eyes.

Your taste, like silence in the cave,
swings cold in numbers,
and your hand on the water glass,
with the delicate desire and love moves me inside.

Oh, what kind of material am I
to see your eyes intersect and shape me?
What kind of soul
and what kind of light and a wonder
is it to walk through the enigmatic landscapes
of your fertile body in the mist of nothingness?

And as the word is opened to reason,
I can descend into its mysteries!...
Your blood circles, like rose bushes,
trembles incessantly.
They carry the eternal power to open up
your cheeks to love and the blessed fruit of your womb.

The delicate soil of your body is embroidered
through and through the many roots,
weaves its fine yarn into knots, breaking down its bog,
so that the cell of your saps gathers many rays,
and the beautiful scrubs of your leafy areas
are sulking their own glory!

Eternal matter happily passes through
the tunnels of the intestines in you
and a rich life is won by the slag
on the hot wells of the fervent kidneys!

Undulating hills rise,
constellations vibrate in you, lakes move,
work factories perish millions of living
animals, beetles, birds,---cruelty and goodness in one frame;
the sun shines, the gloomy northern light glooms---
in your content there wanders the unconscious eternity.

Like clots of blood, those words fall before you.
Existence stutters, only the law is pure speech.
But my hard-working organs, reborn day by day,
are already prepared to be silenced.

But in the meantime,
they're all crying out---
you one, you soft cradle, strong grave, living bed, take me in!...

How high is this morning sky!
My eyes are hurt by the great brilliance.
I'm lost, I guess.
I can hear my heart pounding over me.

The train takes me,
I'll come after you,
maybe I'll find you today,
maybe this flaming face will cool,
maybe you'll say quietly:
The lukewarm water is flowing, take a bath.
Here's the towel.
Roast the meat, soften your appetite!
Where I'm lying is your bed.