My Burzenland lady, a light
I am, and a wound and a heart.

I’d send you a letter to see
How poison and joy both agree

Inside my wine cup how to blend,
My lady from far Burzenland.

From dreams that arise at dawn hours
I surely would send you black flowers

If I didn’t fear you’d show up
My gift, within everyone’s grasp.

So be it, just hiding in shadows.
Their wonder, so somber and plenteous

Will grow under whimsical star.
I’m light and a wound and a heart.