The poem
Whoever now weeps somewhere in the world, weeps without reason in the world, weeps over me.
Whoever now laughs somewhere in the night, laughs without reason in the night, laughs at me.
Whoever now wanders somewhere in the world, wanders without reason out in the world, wanders toward me.
Whoever now dies somewhere in the world, dies without reason in the world, looks at me.
This poem is so beautiful in its despair. It is even more beautiful in the original German. If you get a chance, read it.