Who[29] in this mighty city
Wastes a thought on such a wretched life?
Who heeds my weary sigh?
Who sheds a tear in pity?
All alone I wage[30] the bitter strife.
Bright gleams yon chandelier,[31]
Gay sound the reckless voices;
And how tempting warm the red grate glows!
No![32] rather perish here—
Ah, no—my soul rejoices,[33]