No one respected me.

I was persecuted with cruel ferocity, trampled in the mud and jeered--Ah, what a strange time it was! One in many! One in many! I say to you: Come closer to me.
Why did they not love me?
At that time I was also a fascinating creature, but without malice; I was gentle and I danced wonderfully.
But they tortured me.

They burnt me with fire.

Heavy and coarse beasts trampled upon me with the dull steps of terribly heavy feet; cold tusks of bloody mouths tore my tender body--and in my powerless sorrow I bit the sand, I swallowed the dust of the ground--I was dying of despair.
Crushed, I was dying every day.

Every day I was dying of despair.
Oh, what a terrible time that was! The stupid forest has forgotten everything--it does not remember that time, but you have pity on me.
Come closer to me.