No more noisy, loud words from me - such is my master's will. Henceforth I deal in
whispers. The speech of my heart will be carried on in murmurings of a song.
Men hasten to the King's market. All the buyers and sellers are there. But I have my
untimely leave in the middle of the day, in the thick of work.
Let then the flowers come out in my garden, though it is not their time; and let the
midday bees strike up their lazy hum.
Full many an hour have I spent in the strife of the good and the evil, but now it is the
pleasure of my playmate of the empty days to draw my heart on to him; and I know
not why is this sudden call to what useless inconsequence!
On the day when death will knock at thy door what wilt thou offer to him?
Oh, I will set before my guest the full vessel of my life - I will never let him go with
All the sweet vintage of all my autumn days and summer nights, all the earnings and
gleanings of my busy life will I place before him at the close of my days when death
will knock at my door.
O thou the last fulfilment of life, Death, my death, come and whisper to me!
Day after day I have kept watch for thee; for thee have I borne the joys and pangs of
All that I am, that I have, that I hope and all my love have ever flowed towards thee in
depth of secrecy. One final glance from thine eyes and my life will be ever thine own.
The flowers have been woven and the garland is ready for the bridegroom. After the
wedding the bride shall leave her home and meet her lord alone in the solitude of
I know that the day will come when my sight of this earth shall be lost, and life will
take its leave in silence, drawing the last curtain over my eyes.
Yet stars will watch at night, and morning rise as before, and hours heave like sea
waves casting up pleasures and pains.
When I think of this end of my moments, the barrier of the moments breaks and I see
by the light of death thy world with its careless treasures. Rare is its lowliest seat, rare
is its meanest of lives.
Things that I longed for in vain and things that I got - let them pass. Let me but truly
possess the things that I ever spurned and overlooked.