To thyself

Because I am mortal born,

this life to wander through,

I did choose the path

that I already have traveled,

but not how much remains to me,

not how much to me remains,

how much still remains for me.

So now let me be, you worries,

nought have I to do with you!

Joking, laughing, dancing is what I want

with the beautiful God of the vines,

before death does surprise me.