Often and well beloved are the fair,
The merry are loved quicker, but not longer -
And the silent are beloved too, but rarer,
But if they are loved, then they are loved stronger.

Don’t cry out tender words, do not cry,
Till the time comes, keep them close and bound.
Let night ships hail as they pass by
While you stay silent a while
If you rush, they will never be found.

She reads sad novels - well, you trust to her.
She will compare; trust her that she will.
For black tulips appeared on the earth
So that the white ones would seem whiter still.

Don’t cry out tender words, do not cry
Till the time comes, keep them close and bound.
Let night ships hail as they pass by
While you stay silent a while
If you rush, they will never be found.

The words run up, they press hard - well, and so?
Never be afraid to be too late.
The words are many, but if you can, go slow,
And speak only when you can’t not speak and wait.

Don’t cry out tender words, do not cry,
Till the time comes, keep them close and bound.
Let night ships hail as they pass by
While you stay silent a while
If you rush, they will never be found.