Fireflies 193 - 200 [German translation]

193

The mountain fir, in its rustling,

modulates the memory of its fights with the storm

into a hymn of peace.

194

God honoured me with his fight

when I was rebellious,

He ignored me when I was languid.

195

The sectarian thinks

that he has the sea

ladled into his private pond.

196

In the shady depth of life

are the lonely nests of memories

that shrink from words.

197

Let my love find its strength

in the service of day,

its peace in the union of night.

198

Life sends up in blades of grass

its silent hymn of praise

to the unnamed Light.

199

The stars of night are to me

the memorials of my day's faded flowers.

200

Open thy door to that which must go,

for the loss becomes unseemly when obstructed.