Translated by A. Z. Foreman - The Infinite (Translated) lyrics

I always had a love for this lone hill, and this hedge, too, which blocks so large a part of the utmost horizon from my view. But as I sit and ponder, limitless spaces there are beyond it and unearthly silences more than man's and deepest stillness Which I shape in my thought, until the heart is all but daunted. And, as I hear wind rustling amid this foliage, I set that infinite silence up against this voice comparing them; and I recall the Eternal, and the dead seasons and this season here alive, the sound of it. And so my thought Drowns in the midst of this immensity: And sweet it is to shipwreck on this sea.