(not translated – original English)
rocky souls on the way, where
supreme delight
is but beautifying sleep –,
such is my love
that if you are stricken with mortal pain
because of me,
it is a thousand times better than
had you never met me –
if with unclean hands
I steal your sacred crown,
you shall be a thousand times more pure,
when I have left –
and if for my joy
you are killed in the meanest way,
by my hands your lips shall reach,
awakening, the brow of The Most High –
listen, ever lonesome rocky soul:
not one minute anyone of you are left –!
such is my love for each of you –