I know the truth! All old truths—vanish!

Why do people fight with people on this earth.

See: this evening, look: it’s almost night.

Why—poets, lovers, generals?

Oh, the wind is calming, the earth is covered with dew,

Oh, soon the stars will be frozen in a snowstorm,

And below on earth all will fall asleep, even those,

Who on earth are not allowed to sleep with a friend.