Friedrich Holderlin

Isn't my heart holy, more full of life's beauty, since I fell in love
Why did you like me more when I was prouder and wilder, more full of words, yet emptier
Well, the crowd likes whatever sells in the marketplace; and no one but a slave...

The open day is bright with pictures for everyone, when green fields appear on the distant plain, before the light of evening yields to twilight, and reflections of light alleviate the noise of the day
The inner being of the world often appea...

When I was a boy a god would often rescue me from the shouting and violence of humans
Then, safe and well,
I would play with the meadow flowers, and heaven's breezes would play with me
And as you delight the heart of plants, stretch...

Once gods walked among humans,
The splendid Muses and youthful
Inspired and healed us, just like you
And you are to me as if one of the Holy Ones Had sent me forth into life, and the image Of my beloved goes with me,

My heart awakened to life in your valleys, Your waves played around me
And all of the fair hills that know you, Wayfarer, are known to me as well
On those peaks the winds from the sky Relieved me from pains of bondage, And silver-blue wa...

Holy spirits, you walk up there in the light, on soft earth
Shining god-like breezes touch upon you gently, as a woman's fingers play music on holy strings
Like sleeping infants the gods breathe without any plan; the spirit flourishes co...

The lines of life are various,
Like roads, and the borders of mountains
What we are here, a god can complete there,
With harmonies, undying reward, and peace