Be in advance of all parting, as though it were
behind you like the winter that is just going.
For among winters one is so endlessly winter
that, overwintering, your heart once for all will hold out.

Be ever dead in Eurydice --, mount more singingly,
mount more praisingly back into the pure relation.
Here, among the waning, be, in the realm of decline,
be a ringing glass that shivers even as it rings.

Be -- and at the same time know the condition
of not-being, the infinite ground of your deep vibration,
that you may fully fulfill it this single time.

To the used as well as the muffled and mute
store of full Nature, the uncountable sums,
jubilant add yourself and cancel the count.