Making no scrutiny or examination,
And put it in my mouth like an everlasting food, and like a fruit that one crushes between the teeth, so that the juice gushes down the throat!
Alas for me! There is a shadow upon me. And I know that there is something here invisible to my eyes.
For we have come to the end of things.
Man has worked and has not rested from labor; he has worked the livelong day from the morning until the evening, he has worked the whole of the night,
And seven days a week, and his work has taken form.
He pants and perhaps he wishes to rest. But his work is alive under him and it does not wish to stop. And he has become its slave, for he is snared by the feet
And trapped by the hands and no longer can he turn his eyes away.
And at last they loosen him that he may die on the ground,
And, drowned in night and utter wretchedness, alone and stretched in his dung, he gazes upward,