The little one called out, in playful glee,When heaven's moon appeared in majesty.
Light flooded all his childhood's radiant sphere,And made the wretched world seem bright and clear.
Had he but known what secrets life conceals,He would have trembled, fearful of its wheels.
The world shone bright with splendour in his eyes,While I behold a mirage, pale disguise.
The moon in his eyes seems to walk and roam,While in my eyes the moon leads me from home.
As though he folds the heavens, mining deep—Will that delving ever find what lovers keep?
Through thee, my only one, I taste once moreMy childhood—live, my little one, secure!
This heart of thine illuminates my own,A heart that sorrow feeds and grief has known.
I live among life's tumult, yet I seeNo light like thy sweet love's pure clarity.
Purity, tenderness, and gentle graceMore lofty than permitted charms embrace.
Renew my life—thou art my sole inspire;Thy father made existence fair and higher.
Take, O my only one, from tendernessA crumb wherein eternity may bless.
And let me drink love's honey and its wine,Sweet as thy flowing locks in soft design.
O thou who drivest sorrow from my breast,God made for thee a fountain of the blest.
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