Selige Sehnsucht
Leichenwetter
Blessed Longing
Don’t tell anyone, just the wise,
Because the crowd will just mock,
I want to praise the living,
That longs for a fiery death.
In the coolness of love’s nights,
Where you conceived, where you created,
A strange feeling overwhelms you,
When the quiet candle glows.
You’re no longer wrapped up
In the shadows of darkness,
And new desire pulls you
Up to a higher union.
No distance makes you difficult,
You come flying and entranced,
And finally, eager for the light,
You’re burned, butterfly.
And as long as you don’t have this,
This: Die and become!
You’re just a gloomy guest
On this dark earth.
