7. I envy the moth, for it can fly

Into the fire in which it is burnt (whereas I cannot meet thee).

8. (She.) My friend, who once came nigh me, suddenly left me—to weep.

My grief should move the very highest heaven.

A coral bed with its root has been torn out and gone.

9. A ship of pilgrims (Calendárs) has sunk, and yet the world does not care.

The end of all has been a bad name to me.

10. (He.) On this black earth how can I do (sing) thy praise?

Imbedded in the blue heaven (of my heart) thou wilt find it;

And yet, O child (himself), how great a failure (and below thy merits)!