Every calamity is to be overcome by endurance.
I will be gone from here and sing my songs/ In the forest wilderness where the wild beasts are,/ And carve in letters on the little trees/ The story of my love, and as the trees/ Will grow letters too will grow, to cry/ In a louder voice the story of my love.
Endure, and keep yourselves for days of happiness.
No day shall erase you from the memory of time
Let us go singing as far as we go: the road will be less tedious.
Perhaps even these things, one day, will be pleasing to remember.