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