Good-Bye

Not in vain, nor wrongly, hast thou come,
Not in vain the sun and moon were spun,
Not in vain the sea and the firmament,
Not in vain the seed into the forest thrust,
Nor man, which doth to thee belong.
There is no god, and there is no devil,
There is no mother, and there is no child,
There is no wife, and there is no husband,
There is no lover, and there is no beloved,
If I am the only one.