Heine's poems are very short.

I'm on the old road again.

I went back to my old ways,

That very familiar alley;

I walked past my lover's house,

But it's empty.

The street is too narrow!

The gravel road is unbearable!

The house hit me on the head!

I tried my best to run!

In my tears

In my tears,

There are many flowers in full bloom,

My sigh,

Into a chorus of nightingales.

If you love me, girl,

I gave away all the flowers,

At your window,

Sing the song of the nightingale.