Nobody understands another's sorrow, and nobody another's joy.

No one feels another's grief, no one understands another's joy. People imagine they can reach one another. In reality they only pass each other by.

No one feels another's grief, no one understands another's joy. People imagine they can reach one another. In reality they only pass each other by.

No one feels another's grief, no one understands another's joy. People imagine they can reach one another. In reality they only pass each other by.

When I wished to sing of love, it turned to sorrow. And when I wished to sing of sorrow, it was transformed for me into love.

If only your pure and clean mind could touch me, dear Haydn, nobody has a greater reverence for you than I have.