Burdens of grief that weigh against me
  Aid my tired eyes in their search for pitch
  Your kinds heart now pines
  For whom the gods love dies young
  Wrapped and confounded in a thousand fears
  The sadness I present, smiles with tears
  Where once I'd loved now lied forlorn beauty
  And wars abhorred by mothers
  
  No man lives so poor as he was born
  We don't remember pure sensations
  Gaze peacefully into the past
  I am dust , and to dust I shall return
  Belial, Mephisto, both shall burn me up
  Devour my sad whimperings
  The cutting whip is mine to feel
  No symphony in mind to colour my dreams
  
  Poena damni
  Sorrow everywhere
  Please pray for me
  When deep sleep falls on men
  Father hold me
  I am yours to bear
  Ad te
  
  In the play which he has written for the world
  Night is the mother of sleep
  Old age is a malady of which one dies
  Augury of a better age
  Sages as far as the beard
  Their wounds smelled so sweetly
  Temptation, the father of my lust
  Chalcedony shines like the new born
  
  Stricken I'd raise my dripping limbs
  Splendid was the innocentcs fall
  Laugh to scorn would our foe
  Amid wars laws are silent
  Drop by drop in sleep upon the heart
  Falls the labrious memory of pain
  In the rich upheavel of vast choirs
  Death shall flee from me
  
  Misericordium et judicium
  Adhoest pavimento
  AD te levavi ocolus meos
  Verba mea auribus