...Om Hosten Dod - Siebenbürgen

En natt jag vandrade I skogen

Avmagrad, blek och tard

Omsluten av ett morker och en stillhet

Si tyst och forundransvard

Den natten jag lamnade livet

Den existens som jag aldrig har agt

Minga tysta minklara natter

Detta sjalvmord jag overvagt

Skymningen fargar himlen rod

I skogen jag vilar, om hosten dod

Nar solens forsta sken lingsamt

Kysser skogens lovbestroda jord

Bildas en dunkel stamning

Som ej kan beskrivas med ord

Stillsam ar denna tavla

Tills den uppvacks av hostregnets fall

Pi den fuktiga marken jag vilar

En skepnad si vit och kall

One night I was walking in the woods

Skinny, pale and tard

Surrounded by a darker and a quieter

Say quietly and wonderfully

That night I paralyzed life

The existence I never intended

Slightly quiet less clear nights

This suicide I oversaw

Twilight colors the sky red

In the forest I rest, if the cough dies

When the sun first shines brightly

Kisses the forest's law-abiding land

A dark stuttering is formed

Which can not be described in words

This painting is quiet

Until it is awakened by the fall of the coughing rain

On the damp ground I rest

A figure in white and cold