Everything that I bear within me bound, is to be found somewhere else free.
If only I could leave everything as it is, without moving a single star or a single cloud. Oh, if only I could!
Yes, one must suffer, even in vain, so as not to have lived in vain.
My poverty is not complete: it lacks me.
I am chained to the earth to pay for the freedom of my eyes.
The real "it is well" is something I say from the ground, having fallen.