I went on faithfully with my work.

I curled, and plaited hair in my little room.
As the saying goes, S'il ne pleut, il bruine (If it does not rain, it drizzles).

When I suffered least, time passed all the quicker.

It was then that, dreaming and happy, I found two lives within me--one in my daily work, another in my garret.

I was like a bird; I warbled and sang.
What happiness I enjoyed in my little bed under the tiles! I listened to the warbling of birds.