The day - the livelong day I am with you, behind you -
As if I had only one sorrow.
As if I had traced something essential -
So that the longing is kind of wiped off.

That’s silly - I’m however such a one?!
To wait for me - has no sense at all.
You need the other one and - repose,
But with me it is unquiet, sleepless.

How many years nothing happens - that’s a secret?!
Maybe I am unlucky - I don’t know!
I walk in May like a vagabond,
And indications don’t allow me the passage.

Maybe there is a prohibition imposed?
With every step I stumble:
Obviously how many steps - so much mishap, -
When I know what’s the matter - I shall repent.