Christian Morgenstern. (№ 263594)

Black bird flies over the world,
So plaintively sings...
Who heard, forget about everything;
Who heard, inconsolable suffering,
Happiness doesn't wait.
In midnight black sit down sometimes
Death finger it to relax;
The death of her stroking his bony hand:
"Be my bird, obedient to it"...
The bird will fly up, continuing on his way.