Rapture and Grief II by Stefan George

Translation

Rapture

I feel another planet's air.
So faded are these faces in the dark
That had turned to me in care.

And the trees and paths I loved are so bled
That I hardly know them now, and your spark
My beloved shade—courier of my dread—

Is all snuffed in the deeps of the glow,
After the tumult, the frenzied craze,
That with fear and trembling began the show.

So, I lose myself in tones, circling, weaving,
Infinite thanks and ineffable praise,
I yield all my cares to the great breathing.

And now I am overcome by a sudden breeze,
A rush of consecrations, the earnest cries
Of praying women in the dust, their pleas:

But then I see how the dull mist changes
Into a clear freedom, sunny skies
Bordered only by the farthest ranges.

The ground shifts white and soft as whey ..
I scale the chasms higher and higher,
I feel like I am only a cloud away

In crystal glory, I swim past the shore—
I am but a spark of the holy fire
I am but an echo of the holy roar.

Entrueckung

Ich fühle luft von anderem planeten.
Mir blassen durch das …