Translation:The many fallen ones into the deepest ...

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The many fallen ones into the deepest Insatiable abyss! One of these days I’ll also vanish, guiltless, From earthly living bliss

And all things then shall stall – the song and struggle That shone from me and tore The greenest eyes, the tender voice shall crumble; The golden hair I wore

But life will carry on as nothing happened (Its daily cares and needs) Oblivious of me who under heaven A life once lived and breathed!

So playful that I was in childish whimsy And none too long was cross; I that so loved of even hearth when, flimsy, The wood would turn to floss

The cello and the horseback ride in forest The tolling bell loved I … Alive and real, with all my soul put foremost – Good earth, why should I die!

To you I speak now, strange or friendly people – I never tempered was – And I demand of you some faith in keeping But love of you I ask

Both day and night, in writing or in speaking: Do love my gritty truth; Do love me for my sadness often creeping; For twenty years of youth

For that I never had a qualm, forgiving Offences or ill use; For all my boundless tenderness in living And haughtiness in looks

For action swift and fell, for dashing valour For truth, for play … oh my! And listen! One more thing: do love me ever For that I’ll have to die

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