This was my destiny and in it was the voyage of my longing, and in it my longing fell, in you everything sank!

Now leave me alone.
Now learn to do without me.

I'm going...

And I want five things only.
Five favourite roots. 

One is endless love...

The second is to see autumn.
I cannot be if the leaves
don't fly and fall to the earth.

The third is solemn winter,
the snow I loved, the caress
of fire on the wild coldness.

In fourth place the summer
round as a melon.

The fifth thing is your eyes.
I don't want to sleep without your eyes,
I don't want to be if you're not looking at me:
I'd give up spring
for you to keep on looking at me.

That, friends, is all I want.
Nearly nothing and almost everything.
Now you can go if you wish.