Days pass, nights pass,
The summer passes, foliage rustles
and yellows, eyes dim,
thoughts fall asleep, the heart sleeps,
All is sleeping, and I don't know
if I'm alive, or living out my days,
or dragging through this life,
I can neither laugh nor cry.
My Fate, my Fate, where are you?
I have none,
Lord, if you deny me a kind one -
then give the bitter kind!
Don't let the pacer go to sleep,
don't slow his heartbeat,
Don't let him roll through life
like a rotten tree trunk.
Let me live, live by my heart,
and love Mankind,
And if not... let me curse
the world and torch it!
It's terrifying to be in chains,
to die a captive,
But worse still is to sleep, sleep
and sleep a free man,
to sleep forever,
leave no trace,
none, as if
I've neither lived nor died here!
My Fate, my Fate, where are you?
I have none,
Lord, if you deny me a kind one -
then give the bitter kind, bitter!
12/21/1845
Translated: Roman Turovsky, 12/29/2011
