26 May 1828.
gift in vain, random gift,
A life, Why have you given me?
Or why the fate of the secret
You are condemned to death?
Who me hostile power
I called out of nothingness,
My soul filled with passion,
Mind with doubt thrilled?…
Goals do not have in front of me:
heart is empty, vain mind,
And tormented me anguish
Monotonous life noise.
