“Oh come now (you will say) hear stars! It’s clear
You’ve lost your mind!” I´ll tell you anyway,
I often wake to hear what they will say,
I push my windows open, pale with tear …
And we converse throughout the night, while high
The Milky Way, like outspread robes, appears
To shine. At dawn, with longing and in tears,
I seek them still throughout the empty sky.
And next you’ll say: “My poor, demented friend
What do you say to them? And tell me, pray,
What do they say when they your ears do bend?
I´m tell you: “You must love to comprehend!
For only lie who loves has ears which may
Perceive and grasp the messages stars send.”