You said: "I shall go to some other land, I shall go to some other sea.

You said: “I will go hence to another land,

Another city there must be, better than this.

I will betake me to another sea.

My every effort here is a sentence of condemnation against me,

A better place than this may well be found.

and my heart—like a corpse—lies buried.

All my endeavours are foredoomed to fail,

How long shall my mind remain smothered in this blight?

and as though dead my heart is sepulchred.

Wherever I turn my eye, wherever I look,

How long shall this corrosion sap my brain?

I see the black ruins of my life

On every side — whichever way I look —

where I spent and spoiled and ruined so many years."

dark ruins of my life confront me here

where I have spent and wrecked so many years.”

Fresh lands you shall not find, you shall not find other seas.

The city shall ever follow you.

You shall not find new places; other seas

In streets you shall wander that are the same streets and

you shall not find. The place shall follow you.

grow old in quarters that are the same

And you shall walk the same familiar streets,

and among these very same houses you shall turn grey.

and you shall age in the same neighbourhood,

You shall always be returning to the city. Hope not;

and whiten in these same houses. Ever this place

there is no ship to take you to other lands, there is no road.

shall you arrive at. There is neither ship,

You have so spoiled your life here in this tiny corner

nor road, for you, to bring you otherwhere.

that you have ruined it in all the world.

As here, in this small nook, you wrecked your life,

even so you spoilt it over all the earth.