Verse, Composed during a Sleepless Night

I cannot sleep, there is no light, 
All is dark and dreams disturb me. 
And a ceasless ticking clock 
Can be heard nearby, 
And I hear the old Fates babble, 
And the trembling sleeping night, 
Life, like mice is running 'round . . . 
Why are you disturbing me? 
And what means your tiresome whisper? 
A reproach or just a grumble 
For my wasted day? 
What is it you want from me? 
Are you calling or predicting? 
I long to understand you, 
I am searching for your thoughts . . . 

Translated by Nick and Dimitri Derkatch