Candle

Each candle, burning in the night,
Possesses own, quivering light.
Each candle, that the nights defend
Possesses marvellous secret.
Life dies away in a key,
Each candle is more free, than me.
I ask each candle in starless night:
"You life's not long, but century's bright;
No destiny extinguishes you -
The person makes your fire blue;
You give the heat; but I can't get -
I am no sage to understand - 
Why, changing sunset for a dawn
I have no rest? Tell, why forlorn,
Why live as if I'm here no more?"
Quietly trembled the spark of the candle: 
"Here you see, my hour's near chandler!
And seldom it happens that extinguished fire
(After all, wax flows away like the blood)
Being allowed to have rest and prepare,
Having pacified and postponed the pain,
Is being lightened again..."
"But in what is the purport? Please, answer, implore!"
"When even have vanished, forever you burn."