Was frommte mir's, den Baldachin zu tragen, Mit meinem Äußern hohlem Prunk zu dienen, Zu baun an ewger Werke Unterlagen, Die Umsturz rasch verwandeln in Ruinen?
The stars are dead; the animals will not look: we are left alone with our day, and the time is short and history to the defeated may say Alas but cannot help or pardon.