Pale youth with burning gaze, I give you three commandments now: Follow the first: don't live by the present, The future is a poet's only place. Second, remember: feel for no one, Love yourself without bounds. Safeguard the third: worship art, Art alone, without thought or goal. Pale youth with embarrassed gaze! If you follow my three commandments, I'll die in peace, a defeated warrior, Knowing I leave a poet behind.