1. I hated palaces and their luxury,
And the fierce strife surrounding them,

2. And the plotting of the weak against the effort of the strong,
And the strong's crushing the weak's endeavor.

3. The tears of life welled up in my soul,
And the winds of vicissitudes stirred in my heart,

4. For the poor's shattered, broken heart,
And the flood of orphans' tears over mothers

5. Who passed away behind the darkness of graves.
So I went where the songs of spring take refuge

6. And the dreams of autumn melt away,
Where space is a dreaming, fanciful poet

7. Who whispers to the plains in delicate inspiration,
And whom evening clouds have wrapped in shade,

8. Sad, desolate and gentle.
And there, among branches stripped bare

9. By the harsh, violent nights of autumn,
I stood, with a dead pool all around me

10. Into which the caves' oblivion extended.
In its banks those flowers perished,

11. Shrouded by autumn's chill.
Save for one flower, fate condemned to life

12. And a frightening sojourn—
Thunderous storms terrify it,

13. And the wailing of the wind grieves it,
Morning mist makes it anxious

14. And at night frightening, chaotic dreams,
Passing clouds alarm it,

15. And every unkind wind pains it.
It longs for the flowers all around it,

16. But there is only barren wasteland.
So it weeps a lonely stranger's weeping,

17. With overwhelming sorrow and faint lament,
Weeping for its devastated heart,

18. And what the graves have hidden.
It complains of the day's pallor,

19. And laments the life of meaningless caprice,
But in existence it has found

20. No comforting friend, no tender heart,
Only pitiless rocks,

21. And frightened, scattered echoes.
It gave itself up with a burning soul—

22. The nights had tortured it in so many ways.
It died, leaving a desolate region,

23. Where the vicissitudes of life were harsh.
It lay by the silent pool,

24. Made mute by death, that murmur stilled.
Evening clouds had stained it red,

25. Like a slain singing girl bloodstained by swords.
Ask it, if you wish, how the perfume withered,

26. How the charm of that murmur faded,
How the smile of life faded

27. From its eyelids, how clouds covered its glorious shape,
How fate twisted its slender form

28. And distorted that graceful body.
I remembered, by its tranquil grave,

29. My long-lost hopes,
And their defeat in the fierce struggle.

30. I turned my eyes to the flowers' sanctuary,
And raised them to the formidable sky,

31. And said, this is the universe, abode of beauty,
But for every beauty there is an autumn.

32. I fell silent, listening to the whisper of sorrow,
As a ponderous sadness enveloped my soul,

33. And the splendor of daylight faded away,
And the gloomy darkness of existence fell.