| As through the pipes the waters fell | 
| Down to the bottom of the well | 
| In listless apathy I gazed | 
| At the cold waters — as he bathed | 
| I half behold that scenery | 
| And its most sensual masculinity | 
| Yet, disappointment, oh, can’t you see | 
| Is still the cause and the cardinal symptom of my sick, sad reality | 
| Silver equals chill, but that suits me just fine | 
| I’m shyly sipping water while he drinks whole jugs of wine | 
| He likes all kind of women, and I, I only hate men | 
| He marvels at all things new to him and I only wait for all things in this sick | 
| world to end | 
| The water pouring down his spine | 
| Caressed his strong physique, oh, so well-defined | 
| Calm like a rock he stands, oh, behold his beautiful body and soul | 
| A friendly God must have built this man to an all well-balanced whole | 
| What sad bewilderment this brought | 
| Physical clearness, alas, still so much abhorred: | 
| An ancient ghost awoke and fiercely arose in me: | 
| It was that old, savage, yet half-forgotten ideal of perfect neutrality | 
| Silver equals chill, but that suits me just fine | 
| I’m shyly sipping water while he drinks whole jugs of wine | 
| He likes all kind of women, and I, I only hate men | 
| He marvels at all things new to him and I only wait for all things in this sick | 
| world to end | 
| I somewhat envy this naturally beautiful man | 
| He never knew or encountered the hatred and shame that I bare | 
| The doubt, the cloak of disgust and the all-devouring dread | 
| And if I told him about it, he might only shake his head | 
| With kindly amused, melodious laughter, | 
| he then would perhaps merely smile | 
| At my… Oh, so stupid silliness | 
| And the beast that is raging inside |