Bohemian Folk-Song (Rilke)

A Bohemian folk-song
Touches me deeply;
Comes to me softly,
Makes my heart blue.

When a child quietly sings
In the field or allotment
His song lingers with me,
It haunts me at night.

If you plan to go travelling
To far-away places,
It'll come to you often;
Again and again.

(Rilke; translation JRP)