O zürne nicht, wenn mein Begehren
Brausend aus seinen Grenzen bricht,
Soll es uns selber nicht verzehren,
Muß es heraus ans Licht!
Fühlst ja, wie all mein Innres brandet,
Und wenn herauf der Aufruhr bricht,
Jäh über deinen Frieden strandet,
Dann bebst du aber du zürnst mir nicht.
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Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- ENG English (Elisabeth Siekhaus) , "Onslaught", copyright © 2008, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , "Assaut", copyright © 2010, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- SPA Spanish (Español) (Martin Zubiria) , "Embate", copyright © 2007, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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O be not angry, when my desire
Thunderously breaks through its boundaries,
If it is not to consume us,
It has to come out to the light!
You clearly can feel how I churn inside,
And when my rapture breaks to the surface,
Abruptly inundates your peace,
Then you tremble but are not angry with me.