1. We walk with all these worries around us,
And you walk, but to what end?

2. We sing with the birds at dawn,
And this spring blows its flute.

3. We recite the story of the universe to death,
But what is the conclusion of the tale?

4. Thus I asked the winds, and they replied:
"Ask the conscience of existence how it began."

5. And fog enveloped my soul, which cried out
In bitter boredom, "Where shall I walk?"

6. I said, "Walk with life," and it replied:
"What have we gained from walking, yesterday?"

7. So I crumbled like debris on the earth, and called out, "Where, O heart that is my guide,
Bring me, that I may trace my grave

8. In the stillness of darkness, and bury myself,
Bring me, for thick darkness is around me,

9. And the mist of sorrow swoops down upon me,
And the cups of passion were drained by the wasteland, but they shattered in my hands,

10. And mischievous youth has passed into the past, leaving lamentation on my lips.
Bring me, O heart, for we are strangers,

11. Fashioning life into woeful art.
Long have we danced with life,

12. And for years we sang with youth,
And barefoot we raced with the nights

13. In the valleys of life, until we bled.
We ate dust until we were sick of it,

14. And drank tears until we were sated.
We scattered dreams and love and pain and despair and grief

15. Wherever we went.
Then what is this? I have become in the world

16. Far from its joys and songs,
In the darkness of extinction I bury my days,

17. And cannot even weep.
And life's flowers drift silently,

18. Mournfully, vexingly, down upon my feet.
The magic of life has vanished, O weeping heart,

19. Come, let us try death, come!