И. В. Гете. Моей матери. English

I.W.Goethe. 

To my mother.

Let no greetings,
No letters from your son
It's been a long time since ,
My heart,that you received.
So,never let the doubts
in your soul arise.
Don't think that filial love of mine had disappeared.
Never No!
Because,like age-old cliff that threw its granite anchor into sea of living.
It never move, just even though the waves will come.
Sometimes affectionate, sometimes so gloomy and so stormy.
That always trying bulk of mine to shake.
So tenderness can never leave my heart ,I swear.
Although the sea of life,
That noisily foaming under scourge of deepest suffers.
Then meekly smiling under rays of happy days.
And she was overwhelmed by her flood and power.
And does not let her look appear to the sun.
And, flashing with unclouded light and shining.
To your divine and tender eyes reveal.
How deep,how immortal
Your only son has been devoted to thee.