1. If days were in my grasp
I would scatter them to the winds like sand

2. And say, "O wind take them
And disperse them on the peaks of mountains."

3. Rather, in the chasms of death in a world
Where light does not dance, nor shadows.

4. If this universe were in my grasp
I would cast it into the fire, the hellfire

5. What is this world and this land
And that horizon and those stars?

6. The fire is more deserving of the slaves of sorrow
And the theater of death and the nest of worries.

7. O past that has passed
And been folded by death and the night of eternity,

8. O present of people that has not ceased,
O future that has not been born,

9. Your world here is foolishness
Wandering in an endless darkness.