A keresés eredménye

To Prince Tristan

On your blue soul
the stars perch for the night.
 
One must be quiet with you,
oh, you my temple,
my prayers affright you

You make me sad ‑ listen

Am so weary.
All night long I carry you on my back -
your night as well, you dream through so heavily.
Do you love me? Do you hold me dear?
Evil clouds I blew away from your brow and brightened it up.
What will you do to me in my hour of death?