Should bristle as thick as fir saplings upon a mountain side,
For what would I employ that multitude?
The woman I loved is no more!
And yet... When she was sleeping yesterday, I went out
Knowing that the next day I should be alone.
It was night and my heart was heavier than a suspended stone.
But, as I walked to and fro, slowly there came to me
A sense of the living force within my soul, the vital essence,
That does not enter into marriage, nor pass through the gates of birth,
The secret purpose of my being.