O God, who could be there
In the absence beyond
This door?
Who has risen before
Me, from dead dust
And the void?

Oh, speak fast!
Don’t stare at me like that,
In silence! I am afraid;
Don’t stare at me with such eager eyes
My somber sister!

Are you my soul?
Are you my shade?
Whoever you are,
Go away, ghost!
I don’t want to see you anymore…
Oh, my very own angels, help me!