A tall, strapping shot, you, considerate hunter, br Phantom with gun at the flood of my soul, br Do not destroy me now as a traitor, br As fodder for feeling, crumbled up small! br br Grant me destruction rising and soaring, br Dress me at night in the willow and ice. br Start me, I pray, from the reeds in the morning, br Finish me off with one shot in my flight, br br And for this lofty and resonant parting br Thank you. Forgive me, I kiss you, oh hands br Of my neglected, my disregarded br Homeland, my diffidence, family, friends.