From the original poem "Nářek osamělé duše". First draft of the translation.

one day, weak, strengthless, helpless
I wake up in a fetal position
sunk in my own cesspool
defeated

tears are streaming down my face
wrists with mournful blood embraced
it won't take long to say goodbye
just let me be so I could die

disappointed by my own failure
I set forth again...
I wander in a funereal train
and on rutted tracks of grief
arrive at the station "Solitude"

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