Hear, GodAbout my eyes, the night pulls itselfMore Like This
together like a ring.
My pulse transformed the blood into flame
and still all was grey and cold about me.
O God, during living days
I dream of death.
I drink it in water and choke
on its bread.
For my sorrow, there is no weight
on Your scale.
Hear, God - I sang the song
in Your favorite blue color
from Your heavenly roof
and then awakened to Your eternal touch,
not the dawn.
My heart is ashamed before You-
almost void of its scars.
Where do I end? - O God!
Then in the stars, also in the moon,
I saw in all, Your fruitful valley.
Already the red wine becomes
fetid in its berry
and above all - the bitterness - in every core.