And you, come to death fading years,

You in the arm of your beautiful memory.

Nor awaiting hasten peace, cremate them!

All are flourishing your house in heaven.

And you, sink into the endless dark deep,

You name is rattle off from angels.

Nor relatives, nor lovers, nor friends!

All of them are waiting for you up above!

Why you, the bitter light contends fate?

The joy is coming to you!

War of sorrows and quavering thoughts are ending.

It is the vigorous time to celebrate!

This happiness nowhere on earth,

nor dear women, nor faithful men!

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