Oh comrade, oh comrade , what have you forgotten of it, oh comrade, that which has purified the criticism of your own existence , that which has bought sorrow and sold happiness, that which has burned like a flame for a moment but has burned into a lifetime, oh comrade, oh comrade, oh comrade, I have shared with you the warm bread of my table, O friend, you have taken from me everything except my cold sigh, O friend of the enemy. You were me, my comrade, the enemy of this pure and innocent heart, your name is the lantern of every traveler of the night, why did you not shine on the night of the thirty sighs , oh comrade, oh comrade?
