O witches, O misery, O hate, to you has my treasure been entrusted! I contrived to purge my mind of all human hope. On all joy, to strangle it, I pounced with the strength of a wild beast. I called to the plagues to smother me in blood, in sand, misfortune was my God.

Oh! If only we were naked now, and free to watch our protruding parts align; To whisper - both of us - in ecstasy!

I am alone in possessing a key to this barbarous sideshow.

The Sun, the hearth of affection and life, pours burning love on the delighted earth.

What a life! True life is elsewhere. We are not in the world.

True life is elsewhere

Is it in these bottomless nights that you sleep in exile?