For your imagination Man was created
For your consumation realms of
fruitful meadows
Rejoice in the company of
comradeship
For it is there where Love dwells.
For your imagination the
feathered pheasant flew
For your recreation giants
held the mountains on their
shoulders.
For a vain stipulation
marriage poisoned your life.
For my dissertation my
life is not down the drain.
For the regulation of hearts
the clock strikes twenty-four
hours a day.
But for the assassination of hearts
my clock stroke only once.
And that only time
you left me alone
Not a single hope in my life
But the lonely wait for the
next strike.