Classic Poem

Du liegst mir so gern im Arme

You lie in my arms so gladly,
The cries of the world seem far.
I am your own dear Heaven,
You are my dearest star.

Below us the foolish people
Quibble and quarrel and fight;
They shriek and bellow and argue —
And all of them are right.

With jingling bells on their fool's caps,
They rise from their stupid beds;
Swinging their clubs in anger,
They crack each other's heads.

But we, we two are lucky
That they are all so far —
You bury within its heaven
Your head, my dearest star!