Fireflies 121 -128 [German translation]

121

The world speaks to me in pictures,

my soul answers in music.

122

The sky tells its beads all night

on the countless stars

in memory of the sun.

123

The darkness of night, like pain, is dumb,

the darkness of dawn, like peace, is silent.

124

Pride engraves his frowns in stones,

love offers her surrender in flowers.

125

The obsequious brush curtails truth

in deference to the canvas which is narrow.

126

The hill in its longing for the far-away sky

wishes to be like the cloud

with its endless urge of seeking.

127

To justify their own spilling of ink

they spell the day as night.

128

Profit smiles on goodness

when the good is profitable.