What grief and obscurity surround my soul
like an autumn night on a barren earth?
Insignificant to suffer here
The [bad word] eternal and futile
No heaven I desire nor the night of inferno
Never indulge a wench in my arms
Away from the sense of despair
All in all the soundless void
(Hearken now what I beg)
Build a house of the underworld
my dwelling in earth to hide
Dig my grave near the guarding elms
and cover it with black gems
Then forever leave my court
In peace I want to rest
hill shall never mount on my grave
but the earth turns under the meadow
None shall know my resting chamber
under the frosted elm