Im nothing After thou hast annihilated everything, when naught remains but empty space, thy coffin shattered and thine arrows broken, then make thyself a crown of stone from heaven's highest mount, and cast thyself into the abyss of oblivion.
Thy fall may last a million aeons, but thou shalt die at last.
Because the world must end; Till then, my glorious steed, thou shalt run thy course; thou mayst please thine ear with the crunching of the heads crushed under thy feet.
Thy course is long, but courage!
Long time hast thou carried mе: but longer time still must elapsе, and yet we shall not age.
Stars may be quenched, the mountains crumble, the earth finally wear away its diamond axis; but we two, we alone are immortal, for the impalpable lives forever!
But to-day them canst lie at my feet, and polish thy teeth against the moss-grown tombs.
Lo! the dead seek to rise from their graves.
Thou alone canst comprehend my joys and my deliriums.
But, more fortunate than I, thou wilt some day, when earth shall be no more, recline... Man has his tomb, and glory its oblivion.