Before he sinks in the blue floodwaters
The swan still dreams and sings drunken with death;
The flowers of a summer-weary earth fade,
She lets all her fire glow in the grapes;
The sun, showering sparks as it sinks,
Gives the earth one more time glowing fire to drink,
Until, star by star, wonderful night rises
To receive the drunken one.
— translated by Diana Dachler and Fiona Cairns.