It's time, my friend, pore! resting heart asks -
Fly for days days, and every hour takes
It is a piece, and you and I together
We expect to live, and lo and behold - just - die.
No happiness on earth, but there is peace and freedom.
It has long been enviable dreamed I share -
then, weary slave, I devised an escape
In the abode of further works and clean neg.
