I asked a star last night
- far away, where no one lives, a light -:
'Whom do you light, strange star?
You move so large and bright.'
It made my pity grow mute,
when she looked with her starry gaze,
'I light a night eternal,
I light a lifeless space.
My light is a flower that withers
in the skies' late autumn, rough.
That light is all my solace.
That light is solace enough.'
For more information, please visit the website of David McDuff and his own pages with the translations.