My exhausted heart it’s time for you to rest. That grand deceit, a love you thought could may well last forever, and all desire for further pretense, gone. Be still at last. The wasted beats, the years, the world about you is hardly worth such effort. For here is bitterness and boredom and mud and nothing more. So rest, and then despair that final time. Embrace at last the gift our kind deserves. Scorn nature now, that common brute, the power that stands behind the scenes and rules the world. The final vanity, the vanity of all.
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I just looked up another translation and i liked yours allot more.
Any translation you would recommend?