Fireflies 113 - 120 [German translation]

113

Beauty is truth's smile

when she beholds her own face

in a perfect mirror.

114

The dew-drop knows the sun

only within its own tiny orb.

115

Forlorn thoughts from the forsaken hives of all ages,

swarming in the air, hum round my heart

and seek my voice.

116

The desert is imprisoned in the wall

of its unbounded barrenness.

117

In the thrill of little leaves

I see the air's invisible dance,

and in their glimmering

the secret heart-beats of the sky.

118

You are like a flowering tree,

amazed when I praise you for your gifts.

119

The earth's sacrificial fire

flames up in her trees,

scattering sparks in flowers.

120

Forests, the clouds of earth,

hold up to the sky their silence,

and clouds from above come down

in resonant showers.