Steeds, Steeds, What Steeds! Has The Whirlwind

I Saw That I'd Get Nowhere On The Straight Path, And That To Go Crookedly Was Straighter.

Steeds, Steeds, What Steeds! Has The Whirlwind A Home In Your Manes?

Always Think Of What Is Useful And Not What Is Beautiful. Beauty Will Come Of Its Own Accord.

Countless Are, As The Sand In The Sea, The Deep Desires Of Men, And None Resembles The Other, And All Of Them, Whether Shameful, Or Great, In The Beginning Are Obedient, But Later Become Terrible Masters Over Him.

But There Is Nothing Enduring In The World, And Therefore Even Joy In The Second Minute Is Already Not As Acute As In The First; In The Third Minute It Becomes Still Weaker And Finally Merges Unnoticeably With The Usual Condition Of The Soul, As A Circle On The Water, Caused By The Fall Of A Pebble, Finally Merges With The Smooth Surface.