. From my heart poured out the feeling of love;
it poured forth with wild longing
into the broad night.
The flowers in the garden beneath my window
breathed a stronger perfume.
Perfumes are the feelings of flowers,
and as the human heart feels
the most powerful emotions in the night,
when it believes itself to be alone and unperceived,
so, also, do the flowers,
Soft-minded, yet ashamed, appear to wait
for concealing darkness,
that they may give themselves wholly up to
their feelings, and breathe them
out in sweet odors.
Pour forth, ye perfumes of my heart,
and seek beyond yon blue mountain for
the loved one of my dreams!
Now she lies in slumber, at her feet kneel angels,
and if she smiles in sleep it is a prayer which angels repeat.
In her breast is heaven with all its raptures,
and as she breathes, my heart, though afar,
Behind the silken lids of her eyes
the sun has gone down,
and when they are raised the sun rises,
and birds sing and the bells of the flock tinkle,
and I strap on my knapsack and depart.…