«Now he's different when he comes. / He assumes a slave-like guise. / And bows down so very humbly, / Sits down quietly in the corner, / At a distance from me, on the floor, / Snickering insincerely. He whispers: "I dropped by, my love, / Just like that, just to have a look. / I won't ...»
«Be silent. Be silent. Don't talk to people, / Don't lift the veil from your heart. / All the people on earth — please understand! — / Are not worth one single word. Don't cry. Don't cry. Blessed is he / Who chose to hide his pain from people. / This world's not worth a single tear, / ...»
«It seemed I would never again / Disturb the silence of my soul, / But a star flared up in the window, / And again I pity my soul. Everything died long ago in my soul. / Hatred and anger burned out. / O, my poor soul, just one thing / Is preserved in it: scornful contempt.»
«From this exhausting weakness / Nowhere to go! Nowhere to go! / Which flows around my heart / Like water! Like water! Was it really written — (and by whom?) — / In the heavens, / That two demons, hope and fear, / Should eat into my soul? I won't be saved, I have been struggling / ...»