>>24521770
I prefer this translation.
FAUST. Medicine, and Law, and Philosophy—
355
You’ve worked your way through every school,
Even, God help you, Theology,
And sweated at it like a fool.
Why labour at it any more?
You’re no wiser now than you were before.
360
You’re Master of Arts, and Doctor too,
And for ten years all you’ve been able to do
Is lead your students a fearful dance
Through a maze of error and ignorance.
And all this misery goes to show
365
There’s nothing we can ever know.
Oh yes, you’re brighter than all those relics,
Professors and Doctors, scribblers and clerics;
No doubts or scruples to trouble you,
Defying hell, and the Devil too.
370
But there’s no joy in self-delusion;
Your search for truth ends in confusion.
Don’t imagine your teaching will ever raise
The minds of men or change their ways.
And as for worldly wealth, you’ve none—
375
What honour or glory have you won?
A dog could stand this life no more.
And so I’ve turned to magic lore;
The spirit message of this art
Some secret knowledge might impart.
380
No longer shall I sweat to teach
What always lay beyond my reach;
I’ll know what makes the world revolve,
Its inner mysteries resolve,
No more in empty words I’ll deal—
385
Creation’s wellsprings I’ll reveal!
Well, he is thinking in retrospect after a life dedicated to knowledge that he doesn't actually know that much, if anything. So in a way it does sound like "it is over", and he is now thinking: "I'm sick of it, now what?"
