«He came to me — I don't know who he is. / He encircled me within a ring. / He said that I don't know who he is, / But he hid his face behind a cape. I begged him to tarry longer, / To step back, not touch me, and to wait. / If he only could but tarry longer / And not enclose me within...»
«Again he came, he looks at me with scorn / (I don't know who he is, just Someone in a cape) / And he laughs, "Oh, this is getting tiresome, / The circumstances cry to end it all. / I'm tired of watching you in wretched battle, / The minutes of my time have now been numbered. / Your circ...»
«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, / ...»