Akşam Kitabımdır Benim Der Abend ist mei ...

Der Abend ist mein Buch Der Abend ist mein Buch. Ihm prangen die Deckel purpurn in Damast; ich löse seine goldnen Spangen mit kühlen Händen, ohne Hast. Und lese seine erste Seite, beglückt durch den vertrauten Ton, - und lese leiser seine zweite, und seine dritte träum ich schon. ----------- The evening is my book The evening is my book. Its lining displays the crimson damask's flush; I open buckles, golden shining, with fingers cool, without a rush. And read the first one of its pages, with joys that so familiar seem - the second, then, of gentler ages, the third one I already dream... ------------- [The Evening is My Book] The evening is my book. It parades its covers in purple damask; I untie its golden clasp with cool hands, without haste. And read its first page, made happy by the familiar sound,— and read more quietly its second, and its third, a dream I've found. (tr. Cliff Crego)