We'll all go over the brink of the graves,
but happiness, may be short,
Togo, who most loved,
In the earthly wanderings alarm.
Loving and near and Christ -
Poor mortal - labor harsh.
Love is clear and simple
Unknown soul healthy.
We did not have enough common forces
To fight against evil, everywhere existent,
And we'll all go over the brink of the graves
Without luck in the past and in the future.
1 April 1900