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Durch des Lebens Versuchung verzaubert,
Eines hatte ich lange nicht vor-
Durch die Felder des Todes zu taumeln
auf der Suche nach irdischem Tor…

Doch dort oben in schneeiger Hohe,
In dem purpurnen Dammerungslicht
Auf der Nasse der heiligen Seen
Legt man Stabe- die Schicht uber Schicht

In tibetischen heiligen Bergen
Scheiterhaufen, Zyprressenholz
Junge Monche in sinnlicher Strenge
Bringen dort meine Leiche zum Flo?

So demutig, in tiefer Ergehung
Legen Leiche, in Laken vermummt-
Und mein bitteres Lacheln — «vergebens!»
Langsam friert auf dem spottischen Mund

Als in Bergen die Dammerung flackert
Und die marmorne Mole beruhrt-
Senkt zu mir die versonnene Fackel-
Glimme, Pech mit dem feinen Gewurz

Hirtenflote betrubet die Gegend
Und der silberne Gonge erbrullt
Als, das traurige Ufer erbebend,
leget ab und verbrennt das Gerust

Wie Damonen druidischer Wuste,
flammet auf mein irdisches Sein
in den Krampfen versegnender Kusse
Das erbarmliche schrumpfet Gebein

Ab zur Holle- und auf zu den Sternen
Von der machtigen Flamme geruckt,
Explodiere ich in rotem Inferno
Durch Extase des Feuers entzuckt!

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