You are my great undoing in the final act
Who reveal the secret murders committed
By me in the scene before. I, feel ashamed
hope that I can redeem myself,
Like protagonists always do in a fairy tale.

Alas! we are not in such a play- no,
the unhappy ending (for whatever you touch is spoiled)
was destined for me, to die, to sleep
in the dreamless slumber!
(Merciless is you, my darling; restless is my heart)

I must confess my sins (not those secrets you think
you have discovered) to the audience: I fear not
their judgement (my stage is the whole of a world)

You are my undoing (you have undone what I
have not yet done).