Ah! To be all alone in a little cell with nobody near me;
beloved that pilgrimage before the last pilgrimage to Death.
Singing the passing hours to cloudy Heaven;
feeding upon dry bread and water from the cold spring.
That will be an end to evil when I am alone in a lovely little corner among tombs
far from the houses of the great.
Ah! To be all alone in a little cell,
To be alone, all alone, Alone I came into the world,
Alone I shall go from it.