THE SPRING'S EXPECTANCY

Do I not walk here drunken with fragrance of roses
- yet no roses have come! -
Does not all tremble, wrapped in divine gossamer?
The reflected light whispers secret promises.

From far away a wind reached me lately,
light as a held-back breath,
full of a fragrance of shyly trembling expectancy.
Ever since then I have sensed a miracle.

I know nothing - walk as in a far-off land,
walk as in a dream, a dream of roses.
All is as before - yet all is changed.
Strange mystery over things!

For more information, please visit the website of David McDuff and his own pages with the translations.