Were love only for delight,
Than more lightly should I this heavy burden take,
Which calls that I should love mankind.
Paths, once narrow, now are strait,
And my supplications I offer up
That I can understand:
Can there be more source than one
Who calls that I could love mankind?
What foundation should I my master make?
Were love for pleasure only,
And not for sadness,
And for strength,
Then I could let this question be the light of fire,
And the ash of wooden things,
And I could throw it to the wind.
How should I love mankind?