Whenever branches tap the pane
And poplars quivering sigh,
It brings forth thoughts of you again
And slowly draws you nigh.

Whenever stars shine on the lake
Its depths illuminating,
It brings comfort to my heartache,
My mind begins unclouding.

Whenever thick clouds clear away
So the moon is glowing through,
It brings to mind from faraway
My incessant thoughts of you.


Translated by Kurt W. Treptow