Nachtblume [English translation]

The night is like a calm sea;

Lust, suffering, complains of love,

do come along so confused,

the soft smooth waves.

Wishes are like the clouds,

sail through silent spaces,

Who recognizes in the balmy wind,

whether it's thoughts or dreams? -

Ans if I close my heart and mouth,

who like to complain to the stars:

Silently in the depth of the heart

the gentle waves remain.