Without love
Without love
No sun rules the heavens,
No breeze blows, no forest tremors
For joy
Without love there exists
Neither beauty,
Nor immortality, which exists
Only with love.
But quite another love
Is last love.
Like the flowers of autumn it often
Outdoes first love.
It arouses no stormy, rough and
Aimless passions.
No youthful lusts or savage voiced
Does it arouse
Growing in the open air
In autumnal cold,
It is unlike the tender
Flowers of spring
It relishes not gentle breezes,
But the storm wind.
Not passions, but voiceless caresses
Encircle it.
And love fades, fades away if
It is last love,
Fades sadly, tenderly and yet
Without joy.
For nowhere on earth is there
Immortality,
And immortality cannot exist
Without love!
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