Can not see the fog dalyu,
That there will be with me in front,
What's happiness ..., il blows sadness,
Or rest for the poor chest.
Or the gray mists
Again will sadden me,
Apply heart sorrowful wounds
Again, again burn without fire.
But through the darkness in the misty distance
lights, I see, dawn;
It is sad for the death of the earth,
it's death, but rest for me.