My death, taking the light from my eyes, gives back to the day the purity which they soiled.
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?
The joys of the evil flow away like a torrent.
None love, but they who wish to love.
The heart that can no longer love passionately must with fury hate.
To repair the irreparable ravages of time.