I'  lonely and  sad,and in moments  of bitterest pain
     Have no  one   to look to, alas...
Desires!..What  use to desire  without end, without  gain,
     While all  the best years  swiftly ,fleetingly  pass!

To love...Whom?..If briefly,  'tis  not  worth the  effort...
                                                                                Fore'er?...

     Vain longing, since  love cannot last.
Look  into  your heart:joy and torment-all  paltry, and  there
     Remains  not  a  trace  of  the  past .

The  passions?..Sweet  ailment  that  reason will easily  cure,
     A cold   wordof  logic  arrest.
Ang  life-what  is  life you  look round you coolly?-
                                                                      A poor,

    An  empty  and  trivial  jest!..

 

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