You brothers, who are mine, <br />Poor people, near and far, <br />Longing for every star, <br />Dream of relief from pain, <br />You, stumbling dumb <br />At night, as pale stars break, <br />Lift your thin hands for some <br />Hope, and suffer, and wake, <br />Poor muddling commonplace, <br />You sailors who must live <br />Unstarred by hopelessness, <br />We share a single face. <br />Give me my welcome back. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Translated by James Wright <br /> <br /> <br />Submitted by Holt<br /><br />Hermann Hesse<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lonesome-night/
