A young man pale with a burning eye,
Now I give you three covenants:
First, don't live in the present.
Only the future is the domain of the poet.

Remember the second: don't feel for anyone.
Love yourself without limit.
The third guard: worship art,
Only to him, recklessly, aimlessly,

The young man is pale with a confused look!
If you accept my three covenants,
I will fall silently as a defeated fighter,
Knowing that I would leave a poet in the world.