Worn out from toil I haste to bed Oh, sweet repose when day is through I close my eyes, but darkness brings Your shadow to my sightless view For you and for myself, no quiet find, But then begins a journey in my head To work my mind when body's work's expired For then my thoughts – from far where I abide – Intend a zealous pilgrimage to you And keep my drooping eyelids open wide But day by night and night by day And each, though enemies to either's reign Do in concent shake hands to torture me The one by toil the other to complain How far I toil still farther off from where you are When day's oppression is not eased by night When in disgrace with fortune's eyes I all alone beweep my state And when I look upon myself I curse my fate, I curse my fate But all the same the dark is bright I curse and bless this day by night Sweet love I care not what life brings I scorn to change my state with kings For you and for myself, no quiet find, But then begins a journey in my head To work my mind when body's work's expired For then my thoughts – from far where I abide – Intend a zealous pilgrimage to you And keep my drooping eyelids open wide But day by night and night by day And each, though enemies to either's reign Do in concent shake hands to torture me The one by toil the other to complain How far I toil still farther off from where you are When day's oppression is not eased by night