«I must read only children’s books, / Cherish only children’s thoughts, / Scatter all big things far and wide, / Rise up from the deep-rooted sadness. I’m weary to death of life, / And accept nothing from it, / But I love my unfortunate land / Because I’ve not seen any other. In...»
«She is still unborn, / She is both music and word, / And thus the unbreakable bond / Of all that is alive. The breasts of the sea heave serenely, / But, like a madman, the day is full of light, / And the pale lilac of the foam / Lies in the turbid sky-blue vessel. May my lips at last a...»
«Thy image, wavering, agonizing, / I could not perceive through the mist. / “My Lord!” I muttered by mistake, / Speaking without realizing. The name of God, like some huge bird, / Took flight and left my breast. / In front of me the mist swirls thick, / An empty cage is left behind.»
«Ich weiß, du bist meine Belohnung / Für harter Jahre Schmerz und Fron, / Dafür, dass ich mich irdschen Freuden / Nie habe hingeben gekonnt, / Dafür, dass keinem, der mich liebte, / Ich jemals sagte: "Liebster mein", / Weil allen alles ich vergeben, / Dafür wirst du mein Engel sein»