From the land of longing, you arrive,
Tell me, beloved, how things thrive.
How fares the heart, the soul's domain?
How fares the heart, in sun and rain?
Tell me, of love's familiar season,
From the land of longing, you reason,
Tell me, beloved, how things are.
Does someone still, in whispered speech,
Weep then laugh, beyond my reach?
How are the joys on that path laid?
How are the sorrows, shadows played?
From the land of longing, you roam,
Tell me, beloved, of my home.
Fireflies, dew, and stars above,
Seek my tears, a silent love.
You who come, the path you've trod,
Tell me, how fares my kindred god?
Tell me, how fares, my soul's own twin?
From the land of longing, begin,
Tell me, beloved, how things are.
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