The desire for hermitage

Ah! To be all alone in a little cell with nobody near me;

beloved that pilgrimage before the last pilgrimage to Death.

Singing the passing hours to cloudy Heaven;

feeding upon dry bread and water from the cold spring.

That will be an end to evil when I am alone

in a lovely little corner among tombs

Far from the houses of the great.

Ah! To be all alone in a little cell, to be alone, all alone:

Alone I came into the world,

Alone I shall go from it.