The water here is dense and deep
The same as when he came
That young and dulcet miller boy
Who sought to drown his pain

Still we offer an array
Of anguish to be kept
By this old bächlein full of warmth
Embracing all our heft

Gathered in a single point,
the mind seeks to expunge
what it has never been taught
to hold

an ostentatious show is employed,
but free will is an illusion here

perhaps I will wait