Fireflies 105 - 112 [German translation]

105

The fireflies, twinkling among leaves,

make the stars wonder.

106

The mountain remains unmoved

at its seeming defeat by the mist.

107

While the rose said to the sun,

"I shall ever remember thee,"

her petals fell to the dust.

108

Hills are the earth's gesture of despair

for the unreachable.

109

Though the thorn in thy flower pricked me,

O Beauty,

I am grateful.

110

The world knows that the few

are more than the many.

111

Let not my love be a burden on you, my friend,

know that it pays itself.

112

Dawn plays her lute before the gate of darkness,

and is content to vanish when the sun comes out.

• Artist:Rabindranath Tagore