Source
What are we humans, after all? A house of grim sorrows.
A ball
of false happiness / a will-o'-the-wisp of this time.
A scene of
bitter anguish / occupied by sharp suffering /
a soon-melted snow
and burnt-out candles.
This life is as fleeting as chatter and
jokes.
Those who have gone before us have shed their weak bodily
garments
and are long since inscribed in the book of death of the
great mortality/
are forgotten by our minds and hearts.
Just
as a vain dream easily falls out of mind
And like a stream runs
along / that no power can stop:
So too must our name / Praise,
honor, and fame disappear /
What now draws breath / must evaporate
with the air /
What comes after us / will follow us into the
grave
What am I saying? We perish like smoke blown off by strong
winds.
Source: Andreas Gryphius, Sonette, Lissa, 1637. Recording: Invitation to German Poetry. By Gustave Mathieu and Guy Stern. Read by Lotte Lenya. Dover Publications (IPG1/2), 1959. Internet Archive https://archive.org/details/lp_invitation-to-german-poetry_lotte-lenya/disc1/01.01.+Band+1%3A+Unter+Der+Linde%3B+Menschliches+Elende%3B+Das+Rosenband%3B+Der+Tod+Und+Das+Madchen%3B+Abendlied.mp3