Hesse's famous poem
"In the Fog"?
Walking in the fog is truly wonderful!?
Ichimu Every stone is lonely,?
No tree sees another tree,?
Every tree is lonely. ?When my life was still very clear,?
I had countless friends in the world;?
Now, the fog is filled,?
I No one can be seen anymore,?
Indeed, a person who does not know darkness,?
cannot be called a wise person,?
The shadow is light Gently separate him from all the people in the world so that he cannot escape. ?Walking in the fog is truly magical!?
Life is very lonely. ?
No one can understand another person, ?
Everyone is lonely.
"Pilgrim"
I often stumble on the road,
looking for temples to burn incense,
I find nothing,
Bitterness and joy are all the same.
I have been confused about the meaning and destination of wandering,
Thousands of times,
I fell,
and Yu Yong Blow up
What I am looking for,
is the star of love,
It is so holy and so far away,
hanging in the sky .
When I didn’t know where to go,
I was in high spirits,
I had fun in the moment,
I also took the lead many times .
Now I recognize my star,
but it is too late,
he has already run away from me,
My morning rain fills the air.
Farewell to the prosperous world,
I loved deeply,
Even if I gain nothing,
I still feel It's a worthwhile trip.
"Night"
I extinguished the candlelight,
The night poured in through the open window,
It embraced me gently, and we
Like close friends, like brothers and sisters.
We are nostalgic for the same illness,
We tell each other our true feelings in our dreams,
We talk quietly
The old things in our ancestral home Day Time
"Disappearance"
I fell from the tree of life
piece by piece
Ah, the dazzling world!
How boring you are,
How boring and tiresome you are, and
how intoxicating you are!
Things that sparkle today will be lost in the blink of an eye.
The whistling wind will blow over my brown tomb soon.
The mother bent down and looked at her child.
I will see her eyes again,
Her gaze is my star.
Everything else will pass away,
Everything else will die, die willingly,
Only the one who gave birth to us
is eternal Mother, forever.
Her erratic fingers,
in the flying space,
wrote our names.
"Wonderful World"
No matter when I am old or young, I always feel:
In the dark night, a mountain, a silent woman on the balcony ,
A white road with slight undulations under the moonlight,
took away the fearful heart from my nostalgic body. Ah, the fiery world, ah, you fair-skinned woman on the balcony,
the barking dog in the valley, the train rolling away,
you are always the sweetest to me Fantasy and dreams,
Oh, I don’t want you to lie, I don’t want you to deceive me so much. I often try to take the road to the terrible "reality",
That is where officials, law, fashion and money rule,
But I always escape alone , both dead and liberated,
Returning to the place where dreams and blissful ignorance flow like springs. The sultry wind among the trees in the dark night, the dark gypsy woman,
A world full of foolish nostalgia and the fragrance of poets,
Your lightning makes me tremble, I hear you The voice is calling,
The beautiful world in which I will always be immersed.