Neither this lovers` star with pale beam,
Nor your pensive mood, can bring a day,
In which the burning wave will clean the stream,
Or lead the sheep and clouds to change the gray.
However, the grass will see beyond the placid night,
And honest eyes to honest eyes will find serene nest
And many fir trees will bring forgotten tender light.
In the forest, changing leaves in colors` flight to rest:
In the air lost, tired green with fire rain will undergo,
And gather clouds in their way towards another sphere;
But who is the wild hunter in his running the innocent roe?
Can they cross together through the spring of sorrow, here?
While the fir tree can happily reach his winter serene,
The poet dreams in the emeralds` glad luminous scene.