Night storm raged, and lightning lights
They lit up the ridge of the distant hills;
Only in the morning I picked up the lifeless corpse
And buried under the hills, at the ends of the earth.
The day went mysteriously silent and fresh.
In the evening I went impenetrable darkness,
And at the end of the earth, over the hills in the distance
I heard the lifeless voice of anguish.
I tried to break the vicious circle,
Jump over the line deafening darkness,
But the next morning I choked himself away,
Worryingly prostrate at the ends of the earth.
24 September 1900
