End of the World
There is a weeping in the world
As though the dearest God Himself were dead,
And the plummeting shadow, it burdens down
Like a grave of lead.
Come, let’s hide and loneliness softens …
Life is locked in our hearts
As in coffins.
You, let’s hug in a deep kiss —
A longing throbs throughout the world,
And we must die by this.
(Translated by Rolf-Peter Wille)
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