Know it! Know, the beauty grieves me,
which praises it,
I look bitter people misery sprout
on this star... as is my spirit
its very beauty purely to then enjoy?
Know, my beauty grieves me, which praises it,
because through the well-being sound
more art-formed beautiful one sounds to me,
spellpain sounds, which tears my heart up,
the existence agony natured heavy tones.