Intense pain, bitterness, sleeplessness and sighs,
Sickness, moans, Lamentations and sorrows,
Incessant tears, food and the strength of sorrow,
Fate destined me, yes, you turned against me, and deafness unto me, O Heaven!

I would prefer Death which is far more sweet;
Embrace it
O! My suffering soul,
Express your desire, show your tangled hair,
Call for the Beauty, the Beauty most cruel.

Someone came with a broken wing;
I thought it was Death and I fell...
Yet it was not Death who came to succor me, nor was it Love, The Beauty,
Who I adore,
But was Hope itself smiling full of joy!

**** me now for I am none
And Death itself would find to hide its head
And dear sorrow brings to lament upon my death
Goodbye, love...farewell