I watched you last night. In a dream. Sad. Dead.
In the fatal hall, in the idyll of flowers,
On a high bier, in the agony of candles,
Ready to give you my life as a sacrifice.

I did not cry. I did not. I stood stunned
In the fatal hall, full of beautiful death,
Doubting that dark eyes are clear,
Where a better life once shone for me.

Everything, everything is dead: eyes, breath and hands,
Everything that I desperately wanted to revive
In blind terror and in the passion of torment,
In the fatal hall, with thoughts in gray.
Only your hair was still alive,
So he said to me: – Be still! In death one dreams...