That was when the ones who smiled Were the dead, glad to be at rest.

... he is rewarded with a form of eternal childhood, with the bounty and vigilance of the stars, the whole world was his inheritance and he shared it with everyone.

I know beginnings, I know endings too, and life-in-death, and something else I'd rather not recall just now.

This Cruel Age has deflected me.

If I can't have love, if I can't find peace, / Give me a bitter glory.

Forgive me, that I manage badly, Manage badly but live gloriously, That I leave traces of myself in my songs, That I appeared to you in waking dreams.

A loss, but who still mourns the breath of one woman, or laments one wife? Though my heart never can forget, how, for one look, she gave up her life.