Mahulena:
My heart is a bleeding flower. 
What causes this pain that I feel? 
Why do I keep trembling? 
Above my head, dark clouds seem to be moving 
and I want to follow them—
I know not why or where. 
My longing, like my branches, 
reaches eternally into the distance… 
But I long most of all for the home 
where my shadow falls... 
And so my heart ceaselessly pains me 
and it constantly drips blood... 
The birds are kind guests, 
resting on my benumbed arms and singing… 
I think they would comfort me if that flower 
covered in blood, my heart, did not constantly pain me… 
Ah!… How deeply mother earth breathes… 
How deep is the starry sky… 
Strange that I never knew the elements breathe too! 
But why does mother earth hold me so firmly? 
When the wind made me sway wildly, 
I thought it would fell me, that it would break my arms... 
But it just tore away my leaves, 
those faded leaves that once fell as my tears… 
once… I know not when… 
Then it snowed and I became drowsy, 
though my heart continued to bleed… 
Then spring came, new leaves again 
and young birds with their old, eternal song 
and everything around me was changing... 
All is joyful and mother earth breathes deeply, full of grace... 
But my heart, a blood-soaked flower, 
still pains me, pains me so… O, o!…