2021.12.24.
What do you do, soul?
What do you do, soul? What do you think? Will we ever have peace?Will we ever see truce? Or are we at war for ever?'
'What's to become of us, I know not, but, as I discern,
our suffering does not please her fair eyes.1
'To what avail, if with those eyes she makes
in summer ice and fire in winter?'
'Not she, but he2 who governs them3.'
'What's that to us, if she sees it and is silent?'
'Sometimes the tongue is silent, while the heart laments
with a loud voice and behind dry and happy eyes
it weeps, where other's gaze cannot see it.
'For all that, my mind does not calm itself
by breaking the sorrow, that in it gathers and stays,
for in high hopes a wretched man has no faith.'