My foe,
Often you have insulted me in the most subtle way,
Often I have insulted you in the most shallow way,
My foe.
But what would my life be like without you
And what would yours be like without me?
Who knows?
(Where there are no more conditions,
Being comes to an end).

Foe. My foe!
Because of you I followed the tracks
And understood what I was seeing.
Because of you my substance revived, awakened,
Swore allegiance,
Was overwhelmed,
When death nailed our souls.
Oh, yes indeed, you are what I love
Not what I hate,
My foe.

Precisely those ones
Whom we despised
When we were out in the streets,
Whom we never knew,
Whom we never took account of:
THE MASSES
Streaming about ineptly,
Huffing and puffing
In ignorance,
Left their mark
On your soul,
On mine.
They are the cause
Of our mutual aggression.

Oh, that day when we killed each other,
When we saw each other for the last time,
The day when I got the upper hand
And won (perhaps),
Your face
Was so terrible, beautiful, dead,
As never before.
And I don't know how life ties its knots,
But it does...