A still and peaceful bliss, a glorious resignation  Any contradiction fades away  Any philosophical problem becomes clear, or so it seems  For a long time you haven't been in control  But you're not afflicted by it anymore  Mind absorbed in meditation of an ideal virtue, an ideal charity  And ideal genius    You naively abandon yourself  To your triumphant spiritual orgy  When will we seek happiness?  Hoarse and deep sighs leave your chest as though your former  Body couldn't stand  The desires and the quickness of your new soul  A miasma mischievously clouds your brain soon you will laugh  At your madness  But you can not dismiss it, for your will    Has no more strength  And can not rule your faculties anymore  When will we seek happiness?    Appaling marriage of a man to himself  Because proportions of time and being are completely upset  By multitude and intensity of feelings and ideas  Appalling marriage of a man to himself  Sublime dementia    A human's fanatic lust for any substance  Which exalts his personality  Proves his magnitude    He always aims at exciting his expectations  And at rising to the infinite    Appalling marriage of a man to himself  Because proportions of time and being are completely upset  By multitude and intensity of feelings and ideas  Appalling marriage of a man to himself  Sublime dementia