Exhausted, My Heart Rests
by Else Lasker-SchŸler
translation
Janine Canan
Exhausted, my heart rests
on the night's velvet
and stars lie down on my eyelids.
I flow in the silver tones of an etude.
Am no more and yet am multiplied a thousand times--
spreading over our Earth: Peace.
I completed my life's final chord--
quietly fading away--as God intended:
A saving psalm--meant for the world to practice.