I have spoken, adding what was needful to phrases learned by heart. I suffer! I suffer! My soul is shaken in me!
And you, my father, is it thus I see you, gnawing your beard,
And fixing blood-shot eyes on the ground! Let me go, I beg of you!
The beautiful and illustrious lady who spoke just now is gone
And in her place there is only I myself, an every-day young girl, careful of her nails and her complexion.
Good-bye, father! Good-bye to you all!
For the sadness rises also in me and I must go,
Groping my way through gloomy corridors.
O father! O mother that I never knew!
Soon I shall lie full length on the ground with outspread hands,