I went out under the sky, Muse! and I was your vassal.

I'm intact, and I don't give a damn.

Your memory and your senses will be nourishment for your creativity.

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

It was the voice of mad seas, roaring immense,/ That shattered your infant breast, too soft, too human.

A thousand Dreams within me softly burn: From time to time my heart is like some oak Whose blood runs golden where a branch is torn.

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