Der Tropfen [English translation]

What would not give

To once be

The shimmering drop which shines

On the rim of the crystal glass full of wine

Which damps your tender lips

Then slowly

The dew drop on the gras stalk

Which surmounts your lovely chin

Down your throat which is so endlessly smooth

And finding a wonderful end

I am your shadow on the wall

Your foot prints in the sand

The wind which carries a breeze

From you around the world

And tells everyone just about you

What would not give

To once be

The drop, carried by the wind

Down from the sky - so endlessly pure -

Exactly striking you on the silk collar

Then slowly

With every step from you

Running down the grace of your back

Delighting you with a cozy shiver

And vanishing in a pore