In life, nothing I have and nothing I am;
I walk the streets begging ...
In the silence of starry nights
I path, not knowing where to go!

I had the mantle of the sun ... Who stole it?!
Who stepped on my roses defoliated?!
Who was that on the angry waves
My cup of gold had smashed?!

Now I'm going walking and begging,
Without a look of infinite worlds
That see pass the worm, crawling ...
Ah, I wish I could be like dragons
Howling the cries, roaring cries
In the solitude of the wilderness woodlands! ...