the castle

✂ the eyes of my longing have grown impatient -
my longing claims irresistably
its fulfilling -
and me, the waiting dreamer,
she has forced to work -

✂ my longing has declared everyone her enemy -
the burning swords of the sun
have become her slaves -
the silent cows of the moon
have become her slaves too -
irresistable my longing
has declared everything her enemy -
and of me, the patient lover of glory,
she has made a slave -

✂ between the two rivers,
all around
the free country of my glory
is being raised a towering castle,
and no light nor sound
is to be let in -
I, the idling waster of happiness,
have been made a slave -
towards heaven
the castle is rising -,
in the dirt is bent the face of my glory -
towards heaven the walls are rising -
impregnable the walls
of my prison are rising -
in the tower am I -
no light nor sound
from my glory is let in -

✂ my longing has grown impatient,
my longing claims its fulfilling -
in the tower she is coming to see me -
- she claims, what is hers -