'You fool, how in your greatest need can you abandon most glorious man who lives and fights to give you shape?

You fill our hearts with cries and vehement desires, then sink your ears in silence and refuse to listen;

but man's soul will fight on, you coward, without your help!'

His heart leapt high, spurned Death, and in the black air cut a thousand roads to fly through on a thousand wings,

then, screeching like a hawk, strove to unwind what fate had woven.