Who made you so ill?
Anton Urspruch
That you are so ill -
who has then caused this?
No cool breath from the North,
and no starry night.
No shadow under the trees,
no heat from sunbeams,
no slumber and no dream
in the blossom bed of the valley.
That I bear fatal wounds,
this is the deed of men:
Nature would let me be well,
but they do not let me rest.