Fireflies 65- 72 [German translation]

65

The blue of the sky longs for the earth's green,

the wind between them sighs, "Alas.“

66

Day's pain muffled by its own glare,

burns among stars in the night.

67

The stars crowd round the virgin night

in silent awe at her loneliness

that can never be touched.

68

The cloud gives all its gold

to the departing sun

and greets the rising moon

with only a pale smile.

69

He who does good comes to the temple gate,

he who loves reaches the shrine.

70

Flower, have pity for the worm,

it is not a bee,

its love is a blunder and a burden.

71

With the ruins of terror's triumph

children build their doll's house.

72

The lamp waits through the long day of neglect

for the flame's kiss in the night.