1. I grew weary of writing for a long time
I gave it up, though it was not my habit

2. And the soul's suffering corrupts it
With what does not fulfill its happiness

3. It shows you the high ideals as a crown on
One who parts, not dreaming to aspire to them

4. If fate dealt justly among mankind
Its opposites would reconcile them

5. But envy overcomes the soul
And attacking others becomes its habit

6. As long as the soul has free choice
What an evil mount to ride is its caprice