With my melodious name I merged into the circling dance
Of shadows trampling the soft meadow,
But everything melted away and only a weak sound
Has remained in my misty memory. 
 
At first I thought the name was Seraphim,
And was shy because of the slight body,
Some days passed and I was mixed with it,
And dissolved into the dear shadow.
 
And again apple tree loses wild fruit
And a mysterious image flickers to me,
It blasphemes and curses itself
And swallows coals of jealousy.
 
But happiness rolls like the hoop of gold,
Fulfilling somebody's will
And you chase the light spring,
Cutting the air with your palm. 
 
And it is arranged, that we do not leave
The enchanted circle.
The maiden earth's yielding hills
Lie enswathed tightly.