One, the earthly, stony, and dotted with thorns,
witless, with tempting and false signs,
then smooth and easy, and light as a spring anthem,
unconditional, donated to hell and paradise to go;
The other, your vast universe,
in a hidden corner in the soul room,
not only do it -
and diving to the bottom in pain,
and joyfully fly,
from loneliness and frustration seamlessly shout,
nights long for a long time intertwine with the days,
in which for a little sun rinse the eyes,
angry, in love, desperate or occipital -
there you are The man with the capital letter born!
Goodbye and Kisses ...
