
I
I think, I dreamed of falling leaves,
Of dark forests and dark lakes,
Of sad words' echo -
However, I could not understand their meaning.
I think, I dreamed of falling stars,
Of the weeping entreaty of pale eyes,
Of a smile's echo -
However, I could not understand its meaning.
Like falling leaves, like falling stars,
So I saw myself eternally coming and going,
A dream's immortal echo -
However, I could not understand its meaning.
Georg Trakl