[POEM] Untitled by Heinrich Heine

They have tormented and vexed me
Into a frantic state,
The ones with their loving affection,
The others with their hate.

They dosed my drink with venom,
They poisoned the bread I ate,
The ones with their loving affection,
The others with their hate.

But she who was my vexation
And sorrow, all others above,
She never showed me hatred,
And never showed me love.