Call yourself The angel without wings, The preacher without a church, The savior without a crown, Though will you perish For the world, in how it has languished? You lack What you can bring back To hearts without their fire, To hearts Without higher Feelings full of erupting pleasure. My friend, in your feebleness, Please get dressed, Though not in the blood that drenches you. Will you stay yourself On the path of regret, With so much to send downwards? Send it up to your eyes, Put back your tears Where they belong.