We must march, my darling
over there beyond the seas
up the mountains steep,
the world we seize.
So impatient, so young
fresh and strong,
full of pride.
We take up the task eternal,
All the past we leave behind;
not for us the tame enjoyment,
piercing deep primal need.
Till the sound of
far, far off
the day-break call.
Yet a passing hour I yield to you, as we go
Oh resistless, restless
Oh beloved
Oh my breast aches with tender love
I am rapt! with love
Delicate mistress,
starry mistress,
fanged and warlike mistress,
we must never yield or falter,
on and on,
moving yet and never stopping
All the pulses of the world
Falling in, they beat for us,
steady moving
Never must you be divided
Holding together, move united
Sweet silent lovers, you may sleep.
My soul and body,
curious with dreams,
wandering amid the shadows with the apparitions
All the dazzling days
all the mystic nights
Has the night descended? Do the sleepers sleep, the blanket on the ground?
have they locked and bolted the doors?
Was the road of late so toilsome?