You know my heart;
you know that all there is desire,
thought ,boding and longing;
You mast nourish me;
you give all that in advance,
which I do not understand to ask for.
I must erer return in thought to that hour when you hold me in the soft fold of your arm.
Then Ibegin to weep,
but the tears dry again unawares.
Yes ,he reaches with his love over to me in this concealed stillness;
and should not I,with my eternal undisturbed loving ,reach to him in the distance ?
Ah, conceive what my heart has to say to you;
it overflows with soft singhs all whisper to you.
Be my only happiness on earch your friendly will to me.
O,dear friend,
give me but a sign that you are conscious of me.
I want you to know one thing.You know how this is:
Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.
If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.
If you think it long and mad
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
And you decide to leave me
at the shore of the heart where I have roots,
Remember, that on that day, at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
And my roots will set off to seek another land.
But, if each day, each hour,
You feel that you are destined for me with implacable sweetness
If each day a flower climbs up to your lips to seek me
Ah my love, ah my own, in me all that fire is repeated, In me nothing is extinguished or forgotten
My love feeds on your love, beloved
And as long as you live it will be in your arms without leaving mine.
@近身一梦
