what from have i given birth this utterly foolishness of living my twisting breeze and sweet thirst of playing round about when from this land i only sip the given gall?
when i glimpse at these crowning tombs spread out with ivy, as foreheads of laureled winners where from do feed i on my sparkle of laughter, neverending?
and when i wander these wretched lands, what wonder intoxicating me of dreaming i walk on one sky's country?
and what a poison makes me dazzle that land on darkne sins is dingling like a single bell under my steps of lead?
i don't know, but i laugh and rashly strike the wind with words:
"i do not fear the land of coming afters -
in hell be i i shall enjoy one stroke of it as fulfilled eden!"