A twig fell down upon the fence and slumbered
So do I sleep
The fruit dropped and what is my stem to me? And what is my branch to me?
The fruit dropped, the flower is already forgotten - The leaves survived
One day the storm will rage and they will fall - Dead to the earth
Afterwards - the nights of terror will continue
There will be no rest and sleep for me
Alone I shall flail about in the dark and smash my head against the wall
And again the spring will flower and I all alone will hang from my stem
A bald stalk without bud or flower or fruit or leaf