«O Thou, who's infinite in space, / Alive in ever — moving matter, / Eternal in the flow of time, / God faceless, with a trinity of faces! / Soul unified and omnipresent, / Who needs no place or reason, / Whom none can ever comprehend, / Whose being permeates all things, / Encompas...»
«O, Voice of time! O, metal's clang! / Your dreadful call distresses me, / Your groan doth beckon, beckon me / It beckons, brings me closer to my grave. / This world I'd just begun to see / When death began to gnash her teeth, / Like lightening her scythe aglint, / She cuts my days like...»
«A sweet-voiced bird's been caught. / They squeeze it in a vice-like grip. / The poor thing squeaks and warbles not / But they insist: "O, birdie, sing!"»
«The current of time's river / Will carry off all human deeds / And sink into oblivion / All peoples, kingdoms and their kings. And if there's something that remains / Through sounds of horn and lyre, / It too will disappear into the maw of time / And not avoid the common fate.»