Be Still, My Pain, and Become More Patient
Be still, my pain, and become more patient;
You longed for evening, now it gently descends.
A heavy dusk has wrapped around the city,
Bringing peace to some, to others new lament.
Now when the mortal crowd—so vile, despised—
Tastes the whip of pleasure, that soul-black executioner,
Let us depart, my pain, enslaved heart gnawed,
Take my hand, and we shall flee together.
Far from it. Look how the years bow like shadows
On heavenly balconies, draped in ancient robes;
Regret emerges from the lines and smiles tenderly;
The sun is burning in an endless blaze,
And like a veil that silently drifts eastward—
Listen, listen, my dear, to how the sweet night walks.
