Many an evil, many a bliss
        Go to make existence' hell,
But the greatest evil of all is this:
        To live and to know it well.

Since this from life at once we see
        Thus simply gathered,
Must not the greatest bliss then be
        To die and know oneself dead?

That's true, as far as I guess,
That's true and impossible,
As far as I know and tell.
So much for happiness!