I sadly watch the hours go by,
The hours, the days, the months, the years,
And what’s called life shall soon go by,
And helpless and with fruitless rage
I watch the hours of life go by.
And I must curse when I would bless,
And I who am all love, must hate,
And I who have been born to sing
Must spend myself in moans and tears.
And must I perish on this rock