I do not like your irony.
Leave it to those who have outlived and never lived,
But for you and me, who have loved so ardently,
Who still keep what is left of feeling —
For us it is too early to give in to it!
While still, shyly and tenderly,
You want to prolong our meeting,
While still there seethe rebelliously in me
Jealous alarms and dreams —
Do not hurry the inevitable ending!
It is not far off as it is:
We seethe more strongly, full of a last thirst,
But in the heart are a secret cold and longing…
So in autumn the river is more turbulent,
But the raging waves are colder…