Wake up. Day calls you br to your life: your duty. br And to live, nothing more. br Root it out of the glum br night and the darkness br that covered your body br for which light waited br on tiptoe in the dawn. br Stand up, affirm the straight br simple will to be br a pure slender virgin. br Test your bodys metal. br cold, heat? Your blood br will tell against the snow, br or behind the window. br The colour br in your cheeks will tell. br And look at people. Rest br doing no more than adding br your perfection to another br day. Your task br is to carry your life high, br and play with it, hurl it br like a voice to the clouds br so it may retrieve the light br already gone from us. br That is your fate: to live br Do nothing. br Your work is you, nothing more.