Fireflies 161 - 168 [German translation]

161

The butterfly has leisure to love the lotus,

not the bee busily storing honey.

162

Child, thou bringest to my heart

the babble of the wind and the water,

the flower's speechless secrets, the clouds' dreams,

the mute gaze of wonder of the morning sky.

163

The rainbow among the clouds may be great

but the little butterfly among the bushes is greater.

164

The mist weaves her net round the morning,

captivates him, and makes him blind.

165

The Morning Star whispers to Dawn,

"Tell me that you are only for me."

"Yes," she answers,

"And also only for that nameless flower.“

166

The sky remains infinitely vacant

for earth there to build its heaven with dreams.

167

Perhaps the crescent moon smiles in doubt

at being told that it is a fragment

awaiting perfection.

168

Let the evening forgive the mistakes of the day

and thus win peace for herself.