Ah, poor world

Ah, poor world, you deceive me -

yes, in fact I confess it -

and I cannot yet avoid you.

You false world, you are not real.

Your glint fades, I know it indeed,

with woe and great suffering.

Your honour and your goodness, you poor world,

fail in death and times of true need;

your treasure is vain, false money...

Help me, Lord, to come to peace with this.