I love him whose soul is deep, 

even in being wounded, 

and who may perish through a minor matter:

 thus he goes willingly over the bridge. 

I love him whose soul is so overfull that he forgets himself,

 and all things are in him: 

thus all things become his going under. 

I love him who has a free spirit and a free heart:

 thus his head is only the guts of his heart;

 his heart, however, causes his going under. 

I love all who are like heavy drops falling one by one out of the cloud that lowers over man:

 they herald the coming of the lightning,

 and as heralds they perish.