Now the summer is passed, it might never have been; It is warm in the sun, but it isn't enough; 

All that I could attain, like a five-fingered leaf, fell straight into my hand, but it isn't enough; 

Neither evil nor good has yet vanished in vain; It all burned and was light, but it isn't enough; 

Life has been like a shield and has offered protection; I have been very lucky, but it isn't enough; 

The leaves were not burned, the boughs were not broken; 

The day shines like glass, but it isn't enough.