Autumn Song Violins complain Of autumn again, They sob and moan. And my heartstrings ache Like the song they make, A monotone. Suffocating, drowned, And hollowly, sound The midnight chimes. Then the days return I knew, and I mourn For bygone times. And I fall and drift With the winds that lift My heavy grief. Here and there they blow, And I rise and go Like a dead leaf. Translated by ??? Autumn Song With long sobs the violin-throbs of autumn wound my heart with languorous and monotonous sound. Choking and pale When I mind the tale the hours keep, my memory strays down other days and I weep; and I let me go where ill winds blow now here, now there, harried and sped, even as a dead leaf, anywhere. Translated by ???