Winter roses

Virgin on a hill away from human eyes
She yearned, as if she could find joy in that.
She saw in her dreams
Knight in silver armor.

But hope wasted away in the cold wind
The beloved has not been around for too long.
Maybe he is no longer in the world,
Maybe he broke his oath of love.

This thought entered her heart like a piece of ice.
And in powerlessness the maiden sank behind the rock.
And at their feet, where tears fell,
I saw living chastity:

Rose in the white silence
Like a drop of blood in the snow
Has blossomed like a virgin grief,
In the piercing, relentless wind

He will return, beloved knight!
The hateful parting will end.
The true feeling will never run out.
A rose in the snow is a guarantee of that.