Ludwing Von Beethoven
The Second Letter
Evening, Monday, July 6
You are suffering, my dearest creature - only now have I learned that letters must be posted very early in the morning on Mondays to Thursdays - the only days on which the mail-coach goes from here to K. - You are suffering - Ah, wherever I am, there you are also - I will arrange it with you and me that I can live with you. What a life!!! thus!!! without you - pursued by the goodness of mankind hither and thither - which I as little want to deserve as I deserve it - Humility of man towards man - it pains me - and when I consider myself in relation to the universe, what am I and what is He - whom we call the greatest - and yet - herein lies the divine in man - I weep when I reflect that you will probably not receive the first report from me until Saturday - Much as you love me - I love you more - But do not ever conceal yourself from me - good night - As I am taking the baths I must go to bed - Oh God - so near! so far! Is not our love truly a heavenly structure, and also as firm as the vault of heaven?
The Second Letter
Evening, Monday, July 6
You are suffering, my dearest creature - only now have I learned that letters must be posted very early in the morning on Mondays to Thursdays - the only days on which the mail-coach goes from here to K. - You are suffering - Ah, wherever I am, there you are also - I will arrange it with you and me that I can live with you. What a life!!! thus!!! without you - pursued by the goodness of mankind hither and thither - which I as little want to deserve as I deserve it - Humility of man towards man - it pains me - and when I consider myself in relation to the universe, what am I and what is He - whom we call the greatest - and yet - herein lies the divine in man - I weep when I reflect that you will probably not receive the first report from me until Saturday - Much as you love me - I love you more - But do not ever conceal yourself from me - good night - As I am taking the baths I must go to bed - Oh God - so near! so far! Is not our love truly a heavenly structure, and also as firm as the vault of heaven?
Tradução
Segunda de tarde, 6 de Julho
Tu estás a sofrer minha criatura adorada – só agora percebi que as cartas deveriam ser enviadas nas segundas ou quintas de manhã cedo - os únicos dias nos quais o correio vai daqui para K. – Tu estás a sofrer – Ah, não importa onde eu esteja porque tu estás comigo – Vou arrumar tudo para que possamos viver juntos..... e que vida teremos!!! Assim!!!
Sem ti... perseguido pela bondade de algumas pessoas, que não quero receber porque não as mereço. Dói-me a humildade do homem diante do homem. E quando me acho em sintonia com o Universo, o que sou e quem é aquele a quem chamam o Todo Poderoso? E sem dúvida... aí então aparece de novo o divino do homem.
Choro ao pensar que provavelmente não receberás a minha primeira carta antes de sábado. Tanto como tu me amas, muito mais te amo!... Boa noite! Devo ir dormir. Oh, Deus! Tão perto! Tão longe! Não é o nosso amor uma verdadeira morada do céu? E tão sólido como as muralhas do céu?!
Beethoven
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