If you want to rise,
See the world through others’ eyes.
Love can come from only you,
But love is better when you share the view.
Eager self-love and its enmity,
Strike out at kindness and sympathy,
Even though plain and bland, in vain.
Selfless love is sweet and sane.
Isn’t this all true?
So where did I go wrong with you?
I loved what the crowd loved. But now I see
By this sympathy, I am most unhappy.
Happiest are those
Who love what is entirely hidden by the clothes,
Who don’t need a wife to stand beneath the sun,
And be admired by everyone.
But I took you, admired by every crowd.
Sympathy proved to be too loud.
The public crowded in to see
What I loved. And took you away from me.