Heinrich Heine - The Lotus Flower lyrics

The lotus flower is troubled At the sun's resplendent light; With sunken head and sadly She dreamily waits for the night. The moon appears as her wooer, She wakes at his fond embrace; For him she kindly uncovers Her sweetly flowering face. She blooms and glows and glistens, And mutely gazes above; She weeps and exhales and trembles With love and the sorrows of love.