Tu ab den Schmerz
Away with pain
Kaltnecker
Away with pain, off with desire!
Summer blooms at my dear sister’s head.
Blessed the soul that without dread
Would to unceasing winter aspire.
Open your heart, give peace a place!
The floating sun kisses my sister’s face.
Blessed he who, with his last breath
Weaves flowering chaplets about the brow of Death.
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