From life and being’s twisted skein
Let me be free;
In resignation is to gain
True liberty.

Love quivered, and within this field
Of barren spring
Sprinkled a thousand seeds, to yield
My harvesting.

Indeed I know not what his glance
Viewed in my clay
Upon the stone of time and chance
Me to assay.

With stubble and with straw he eame
A world to found,
Then gave to me a heart of flame
To prove me sound.

O take the goblet from my hand,
For hope is past;
The saqi played at glances, and
My heart was lost.