What spirit is so empty and blind, that it cannot recognize the fact that the foot is more noble than the shoe, and skin more beautiful than the garm… - Michelangelo

So now, from this mad passion
Which made me take art for an idol and a king
I have learnt the burden of error that it bore
And what misfortune springs from man's desire...
The world's frivolities have robbed me of the time
That I was given for reflecting upon God.

Bana sevgili olan uykudur
bir güzelden daha güzel olan
bu kadar acı ve utanç doluyken içim
ne büyük şans kapanması kulaklarımın ve gözlerimin
bu yüzden fısıltı ile konuşun huzurumu bozmayın benim.

Is it any wonder, since, when near the fire,
I was melted and burned, if now that it's extinguished
outside me, it besets and consumes me inside,
and bit by bit reduces me to ashes?