This poem is a paraphrase of „Im Traum sah ich die Geliebte”
from Die Heimkehr by Heinrich Heine
A vision: she, all tattered, torn, and poor,
A travesty of her long-past allure.
Two children at her hands. And angrily
Was she pursued by sorrowed poverty.
Across the marketplace, as in stupor,
She sees me here. Sadly I say to her:
— Pray follow me, come to my home with me,
I’ll work to feed you—pale as you may be.
I’ll sit your children, care to keep them safe;
You’ll not want more, I’ll strive to satiate;
It pains me so to see you in such state.
I’ll never tell that you once loved me so,
And when you from this world are called to go
I will be he who weeps upon your grave.