I understand, and not knowing how to express myself without pagan words, I’d rather remain silent

I believe that I am in hell, therefore I am there.

A thousand Dreams within me softly burn

I have stretched ropes from steeple to steeple; garlands from window to window; golden chains from star to star, and I dance.

I am the slave of my baptism. Parents, you have caused my misfortune, and you have caused your own.

To whom shall I hire myself out? What beast should I adore? What holy image is attacked? What hearts shall I break? What lies shall I uphold? In what blood tread?

But, truly, I have wept too much! The Dawns are heartbreaking. Every moon is atrocious and every sun bitter.