Two Heinrich Heine Poems in Translation

The waves murmur their perpetual murmur,

the wind blows, the people come and go,

the stars blink, indifferent and cold,

and a fool waits for an answer.

- translated by John Hawkins

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In Truth

When the springtime shows up with its sunshine,

then the little flowers blossom and bloom;

when the moon begins her luminous course,

then the little stars swim in behind;

when the poet sees two sweet little eyes,

then songs gush forth from the depths of his soul; --

and yet songs and stars and little flowers

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