Dreaded soul I know you not
But why should I fear thee
Your heart is a comfort
Your mind is fruitful
Woe is my own mistake forsought
No somber tales persuade you
No song or word flows unnoticed
By all means thyself rests
Though the waters of turmoil flow below
Shall the awaking bring forth an answer
In time my friend, in time
Then to depart my reflection
The mirror again is empty
But the morning fills it plenty
In this awakening