XXVII
Josef Štýbr translation
If all the world lost its delight And had no other pleasure And love alone was left behind— The life would have its treasure. And if all other things were truth And love but dreams’ delusion— I would be ready to lie down And sleep to life’s conclusion. And if till now I’ve only dreamt— My dreams had their sweet flavor, And who sang me my lullabies I shan’t forget forever.