I purchased my love for money,
there was nothing else I could get,
sing angelic, you rasping strings,
sing angelic of lovers yet.
That dream, that never came true,
that dream was angelic to get,
for him, who is banished from Eden,is Eden an Eden yet.
Original by G. Fröding, published in the collection Gralstänk, 1898.
English translation by P.O. Kristensson, 2011.