Secular Funeral – Tell me, star, whose bright splendor is kindled in the flight of fire!

Prayer and Meditation

The world becomes different with every step I take further from my loved one. My heart doesn't want to go any further. Here the sun shines coldly in the country, here everything seems unknown to me, even the flowers by the stream! Every thing has such a foreign expression, such a false face. The brook murmurs well and says. Poor boy, come over to my place, see forget-me-nots here too, yes, they are beautiful everywhere, but not like there.

Away, go! I'm overflowing with eyes! Tell me, star, whose bright splendor is kindled in the flight of fire, which cave you choose to rest in the night? Tell me, moon, the pale and gray pilgrimage through the eternal blue, where is your home cell in the Himmelsau? Weary wind that flees without rest, the world's rejected guest. Do you still have a little nest on tree and wave?

Secular Funeral

Lies a while back in my life, it looks like the deserted homeland, where my thoughts strive in homesickness. You know her well; you were at home there too. O follow me, and let my poem bring you home to dear hours, the old time beating once more on your peaceful heart with newly excited wings! Some have walked and thought back to how they once played here with children's cheeks, laughed.

Some will still walk like this and think back like this and will see themselves in the happiness of having children. Like me today, he will be standing at his father's house, where strangers are now looking out of the window. Will search and will peek, blind in broad daylight, will think he must see them, all of whom are no more.