I lounge in the garden of Eden,
And gorge on her fruit.
Fill my cup with the finest wines,
Smell fields of honeysuckle and lilac.  
Feast my eyes on divine landscapes;
It’s all frivolous, frivolous!

I assault my senses with exquisite things,
In your absence,
To fill the void left by you.  
It’s all in frivolity!
The void so great, more of me is absent
Than is truly living.

Should you leave me in this life, my beloved.  
I shall enjoy no good thing again,
Destined for solitary confinement,
Reduce me to the likeness of a worm
Devoid of all pleasure,
For none should be had, without you.