«Sighing and song of the nightingale, / And shy murmuring, / Shimmer and silver / Of the sleepy stream, And light of the dark, / And endless shadows, / And magical changes / In your face, In smoky clouds the purple of a rose, / ...»
«Futile gift, so unexpected — / Life, why were you brought to me? / Rather, why are you subjected / To a brutal penalty? What unfriendly power brought me / Into being from nothingness, / Filled my soul with passion, wrought me / Doubts and qualms and faithlessness? No ambitions stand ...»
«Life, the gift so idle and random, / Why 're you given to me at all? / Or, else, why must you abandon / Me, condemned to deadly call? What cruel force has called me, raising / From nonentity to light, / Filled my soul with passion blazing, / Stirred with doubt my eager mind?.. Void's m...»
«Based on pure chance, a useless gift, / A life — why was it given to me? / And why did furtive fate so swift / My life to end in death decree? What power hostile in intent / Called me from Lethe’s mephitism, / Made my soul's essence passion-bent, / But roiled my mind with skeptici...»