O open door through which whistles the wind!
We had come hither and stretched ourselves on your threshold.
But the abyss gave back no words. Who can fathom its secret ways?
So we remained here and the thought has come to me that there is nothing that can be changed.
The night is black and there is no more hope.
The Third Watcher: They die together. All the people shall be found cold in death, men and women and children and babes at the breast.
Therefore let us lie here and sleep,
Or go, if you have a wife, and lie with her.
And let not the maid-servant make too much noise in the kitchen or the baby in the room below,
Or the mouse in the cupboard or the fly against the pane.