When I’d reported to the couple, thus
That up there no one murders now for gain
Since no one owns a thing, the faithless spouse
Who’d beguiled that woman so improperly
Lifted his hand, now tied to hers by chains
And looked at her and turned perplexed to me
So no one steals, if there’s no property?
I shook my head. And as their hands just touched
I saw a blush suffuse the woman’s cheeks.
He saw it too and cried, She hasn’t once
Shown so much since the day she was seduced!
And murmuring, Then there’s no abstinence?
They moved off swiftly. And the ties that fused
Them tight were of no weight or consequence.
Translated from German by Tom Kuhn