"Miserable grain of dust That nothingness has rejected, Your life is one day on earth; You are nothing in the immensity. Your mother gave you birth, groaning: You were the son of his sorrows; And you saluted the existence Through shrill cries and tears, And ends with these lines: Under the weight of your ills your worn body succumbs, And, tasting the calm foretaste of the night, Your eye finally closes from the sleep of the grave: Rejoice, old man, this is your first happiness"