Merchant Souls
Oh how they love! How temperate they remain!
Only love does not make them richer!
How scrupulously they barter
And add little emotions to little emotions.
And here stands one, who with a thousand hands,
Wants to cast himself, like seed, into the universe
To complete his existence a thousand fold,
To renew his existence a thousand fold.
No, no, I pass on your ambition,
I cannot safely barter my heart!
Better to live with whores and gamble,
As heartily as you do making deals!
Richard Dehmal
translated by Joe Bandel
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