mersiowsky - 6-16-2014 at 07:12 PM
(from Lohsa)
Translated by H. Melvin Symmank
All sand will turn to ashes, All grass to rue,
Before then both of us here will be forgotten, dear child.
Plums should be on alders, good cherries on willows,
Before then both of us here will be forgotten, dear child.
Frilled coins should grow on steel, and thyme on rock,
Before then both of us here will be forgotten, dear child.
The Linden will bare round apples, sweet pears on oaks,
Before then both of us here will be forgotten, dear child.
Carnations will bloom on birch, red roses on poplars,
Before then both of us here will be forgotten, dear child.