- Rendered from the German by mce.
The Days Press Down
The days press down.
No fire to warm;
no sun to laugh.
Only barrenness,
chill and unforgiving.
Even the dear,
crystal stars stare
bleakly down
since my heart
discovered that
love can die.
Evil Time
In the silence
there are no songs to sing.
We tread heavily;
this is the inevitable night.
Give me your hand!
We may still have far to go.
Snow and more snow;
hard winter in a strange country.
Where in time
does a bright fire burn for us?
Give me your hand!
We may still have far to go.
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