Unhappiness, my great laborer,
Unhappiness, sit down,
And rest.
Let us repose ourselves a little, you and I,
Repose.
You have described me, you have tried me, it is manifest,
I am the ruin you made.
My spacious theater, my heaven, my altar of sacrifice,
My cellar of shining wealth,
My future, my very mother, my far horizon,
Into your light, into your breadth and height, into my fright,
I abandon myself.