O love, all excuses are from you, I am silent, this song is from you, that loud morning call of Vienna is the whisper of the night from you, I do not know myself, this unexcused cry is from you, O fire of the souls of the pure in the harvest of the heart, the tongue is from you, my ship is my ship, what is the fear of the sea , the storm is from you, and the shore is from you, what effect is on your eyes, hatred is joyful drunkenness from you , I pass by silently and anonymously , the eternal fame of You are like take my shadow from the dust, where is the place of your head and the threshold of your
