where once I wasted much of my time.
Nothing has been heard from me for so long
that they might well think me dead.

Indeed, I hardly care
if the world thinks I am dead.
Neither can I deny it,
for I am truly dead to the world.

I am dead to the bustle of the world
and repose in a tranquil realm.
I live alone
in my heaven
in my loving,
in my song