«The grove of golden trees has fallen silent, / Shorn of its gay leaves, in mute silhouette, / And so the cranes in sad file past it flying / Have no cause any more to feel regret. For whom, for what? We are all rovers, starting / Out, coming home awhile, then traveling on. / The hemp fiel...»
«The golden birch-tree grove has fallen silent / Its merry chatter having stopped afore, / The cranes up there flying over, sullen, / Have nobody to pity any more. Whom should they pity? Each is just a trotter. / One comes and goes and leaves for good again. / The moon and hempen bus...»
«Der goldne Wald ist lange schon verblüht / Mit bunten Birkenblättern auf der Erd'. / Und Kraniche, die traurig vorbeifliegen, / Bedauern jetzt niemanden mehr. Ach, wen bedauern? Ist jeder doch ein Wandrer, / Der kommt vorbei, hinein und wieder weg. / Von allen, die weg sind, träumt 's ...»
«Are you still alive, my dear granny? / I am alive as well. Hello! Hello! / May there always be above you, honey, / The amazing stream of evening glow. / / I've been told that hiding your disquiet, / Worrying about me a lot, / You go out to the roadside every night, / Wearing your ...»