There are better and worse than me
And many people and gods
In each - the rocking of flame
In each - the sorrow of clouds.
And each one will light out another
And blow out bonfire again
And each one will ruefully sigh
And gaze to the eyes of his friend...
May I be the tzar to myself,
My ire may be by my side,
To see over the desolate abyss
The features of dazzling maids.
And I will create me my life
And I will destroy it myself
And I will look towards the Dawn
With those whom I'll fall in love.