The sour stones in the road of life.

 

    Verse 1:

Thinking the road was straight,

I ended up in such misfortune,

that I cannot imagine, even in madness,

anything that will satisfy me for a moment.

Chorus:

The wide field seems narrow to me,

the clear night is dark to me,

sweet company, bitter and harsh,

and the bed a hard battlefield.

Verse 2:

Of sleep, if there is any, that lonely part

which is the image of death,

is congenial to the weary soul.

Bridge:

In short, I am so clever,

that I now judge myself less strong for an hour,

although I saw myself in it, which is past.

Chorus:

The wide field seems narrow to me,

the clear night is dark to me;

sweet company, bitter and harsh,

and the bed a hard battlefield.

Verse 3:

With such force and vigor are the harsh winds concerted

for my downfall,

that cut short my tender thoughts

as soon as they were revealed to me.

Chorus:

The wide field seems narrow to me,

the clear night is dark to me,

sweet company, bitter and harsh,

and the bed a hard battlefield.

Verse 4:

The trouble is that my worries remain

except for these events,

which are harsh, and have well-founded

foundations in all my senses.

Bridge:

Although on the other hand I don't grieve,

since the good has left me with his departure,

from the grave evil that continually dwells within me,

Chorus:

The wide field seems narrow to me,

the clear night is dark to me,

sweet company, bitter and harsh,

and the bed a hard battlefield.

Outro:

Rather, I embrace him and find solace,

because in the process of such a hard life,

I have cut across the long road.