2007年2月3日星期六

Leise Schleichst Du Fort...

I

On the stream-bank sits Bluebell the bluebell.

From a distance away hears Ant the ant

The ringing of her violet blooms.

On she swings, in the mild breeze.

'Cling, cling, cling!'

And bell-shaped blooms a violet curtain form.

And fragrant scents towards every direction emit.

Then approaches Ant the ant,

And crystal dews on her blooms sees he:

'O dear sister! Please, shed you down some dews.

Those watery pearls are tasty with your fragrance.'


Little Ant returns fully satisfied:

'She's so pretty that I constantly think of her.

And she provides me with that sweetness.'

Then he falls asleep...

Then there is pouring tempest...


Next day has it stopped raining.

Desperately goes the Ant to the bank.

Blooms scattering all over, sees the ant,

Bell-shaped and violet in colour.


He immediately begins to sob:

'Liebe Schwester, liebe Schwester!

Suche ich dich nah und fern.

Nur ein Grüßchen, nur ein Wort,

Leise schleichst du fort...'


II

Yet several feet away, amid a crowd of bushes

Perches Eager the stray bird.

Summer time are the birds migrating northwards.

And he is just a one-year-old bird.

Easily hooked by the beauties below

Had he several times left behind by his group.

And this time he gets too excited when seeing

A colourful bridge after the pouring tempest.


Keenly he flutters, towards the rainbow.

That is the most bewitching stuff he has ever seen.

That is his what he dreamed of, his goal.

With a crack in his wings the exciting moment fades away.

He gets hurt, due to the violence of his movements.


The fellow bird amass the heaven, proceeding on.

The sun has struggled out of heavy clouds.

The rainbow keeps Eager's sights on her.

A multi-coloured belt sees he.


Pains go through his entire torso.

Hardly is he able to move a little further.

Yet he gazes at her, eyes fixed.

'I must chase...'


He puffs up his chest, feathers standing straight.

He tries to flap his wings, though extremely painful.

And, he's up.


Again can he try to catch his dream.

A flow of unsurpassable pleasure circles his

Tiny body covered by feathers.

'She's growing prettier when I'm approaching her.'


He runs out his last issue of power.

Then he stops flapping.

And he falls.

Away passes his life.

The soul of Eager the stray bird rises.

Murmuring, a little sadly:


'Regenbogen, Regenbogen,

Suche ich dich nah und fern.

Nur ein Grüßchen, nur ein Wort,

Leise dann schleiche ich fort.

Und wenn ich nicht gestorben bin,

Will ich dich wiedersehen...'


III

When Apollo sets and Phoebe arises,

Wisdom the firefly hovers above the gurgling stream.

A lantern holds he.


Sees Wisdom through faint beam of the lantern

The bluebell torn apart by Nature,

Who has absolutely supreme authority.

Next to it lies And the ant.

He is weak with untold agony.

He peers upwards and Wisdom begins:

'Nature that teaches us the rules of life

Can sometimes be a villain.

He seizes what we favour.

But he has the SUPREME POWER.

None of us is to disobey.'


Then, as his lantern beam on Eager's body illuminate,

He gasped, for the bird's lying so still and calm.

On the bed of grass has Wisdom himself settled.

He poses the lantern closer, to the bird.

On his cheeks ramain a ray of hope.

'God be with you!

And sleep, sleep in heavenly peace.

When one a certain goal wants to reach,

He does have to abandon, even the most precious.'


'Das sind Träumereien.'
Come a voice from nowhere.

'Die Wirklichkeit sieht anders aus.'


'Nay. You are wrong.' Replies Wisdom firmly.

'Lives are weak in front of Nature,

Yet splendid when chasing their dreams.'

He leaves.



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