I am like a remnant of a cloud of autumn [German translation]

I am like a remnant of a cloud of autumn

uselessly roaming in the sky,

O my sun ever-glorious!

Thy touch has not yet melted my vapour,

making me one with thy light,

and thus I count months and years separated from thee.

If this be thy wish and if this be thy play,

then take this fleeting emptiness of mine,

paint it with colours, gild it with gold,

float it on the wanton wind and spread it in varied wonders.

And again, when it shall be thy wish to end this play at night,

I shall melt and vanish away in the dark,

or it may be in a smile of the white morning,

in a coolness of purity transparent.