When I was weary of being Myself, and folk hated me, Not a single eye was weeping On my chains; from them, I flee. Who used to curse his fate, O world, you remember? When an eye told me, "Wait, I shall be your eternal flower." Now you want me to obey Your says. Where were you When I used life to delay, When you were the cause? Don’t you see those nights Where I was lone and dead? An eye then came to my sight: "Your soul is purer than your head." Now let me go, like a shake Of breeze. I don’t want to dwell here. You forsook me and called it fate, When I was none and nowhere. Now I’m free, like the sky, And I’m not scared to die. Come to me, O fairy, come— To this cruel world, say goodbye.