The same and not quite the same, I walked through oak forests br Amazed that my Muse, Mnemosyne, br Has in no way diminished my amazement. br A magpie was screeching and I said: Magpiety? br What is magpiety? I shall never achieve br A magpie heart, a hairy nostril over the beak, a flight br That always renews just when coming down, br And so I shall never comprehend magpiety. br If however magpiety does not exist br My nature does not exist either.