Pale blind diver, luckless slinger, lost discoverer, in you everything sank!

Take bread away from me, if you wish, take air away, but do not take from me your laughter.

I love you only because it's you the one I love; I hate you deeply, and hating you Bend to you, and the measure of my changing love for you Is that I do not see you but love you blindly.

Without doubt I praise the wild excellence.

How you must have suffered getting accustomed to me, my savage, solitary soul, my name that sends them all running. So many times we have seen the morning star burn, kissing our eyes, and over our heads the grey light unwinds in turning fans.

And when you appear all the rivers sound in my body, bells shake the sky, and a hymn fills the world.

Whom can I ask what I came to make happen in this world?