And boring and sad, and none to be given a hand
When a minute of suffering comes...                     
Desires!.. what's the use of desiring vainly without a stand?.. 
While years pass by - all the best ones!            

To love... whom again?... for a time - it is not worth the pains,
But to love for eternity no one could.
Shall you look in yourself? - of the past no vestige remains:
There all has been nothing, every joy, every wound... 

What passions? - after all sooner or later their pleasant disease 
At the voice of reason shall pass;
And life, just look round with cold attention - it is 
Such an empty and silly farce...