Die Lotosblume
José Carlos Santos Silva
The Lotus Flower
The lotus flower is anxious
The lotus flower is anxious
Before the splendor of the sun,
And with bowed head
Dreamily awaits the night.
The moon, he is her lover,
He awakens her with his light,
And to him she gently reveals
Her pious flower face.
She blooms and glows and shines,
And stares silently into the heights;
She scents and weeps and trembles
With love and the pain of love
