Wrinkles on the brow are the imprints of exploits.
When will the veil be lifted that casts so black a night over the universe? God of Israel, lift at last the gloom: For how long will you be hidden?
Hell, covering all with its gloomy vapors, has cast shadows on even the holiest eyes.
And forever goodbye! Forever! Oh, Sir, can you imagine how dreadful this cruel word sounds when one loves?
There are no secrets that time does not reveal.
How good is God! How sweet his yoke!