Song [The] XIIIth (Continued) pg. 36

And here they thus dance[1] around her

            Such pretty girls danced so prettily

            But I didn’t look at their faces

            Because she, sleepy, [was] prettier here at that time

            Than all the ballroom girls

            To thus dance in madness, I beg you by God

            Because you wake her from happy dreams[2]

            To you [these] pleasures are not called dreamy and strange

            You dance, even in a dream

To you the wines, to you the dances are everything in the world

Like her dream,[3] and for me a fantasy

But you people, you know this well

How difficult the awakening is after the madness[4]

            How to love is to drown forever in madness

            Not for such a much too short --- moment

            How to love is to explode in a volcano’s fire

            [And] not to rest until the cold tomb

And I myself was sad in that crowd

When I love[5] a living angel

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[1] Sic for “danced”?

[2] Or, “sleeps”

[3] Or, “sleep”

[4] Or, “frenzy”

[5] Sic for “loved”?