“But renounce, when I am still young,
Renounce to follow thee, oh, Liberty, beloved,
Careless fay with clear golden smile!
’Tis she my heart for mistress has chosen;
Hair in the wind laughing, she takes my hand,
She drags me on chance of the hour and the road.
The silver of the waters, the gold of the blond harvest,
The diamonds of the nights, through her are mine!
I have space through her, and love and the world.
The villain, through her, becomes king!