For the shores of the distant fatherland,
You left another's land.
At the unforgettable hour, at the sorrowful hour,
I cried, long, before you.
My hands, growing cold,
Tried to hold onto you.
My groan entreated
The horrible torment of parting not to stop.

But from the bitter kiss
You tore your mouth.
From the land of gloomy exile,
You called me to another land.
You said: "In the day of the meeting,
Below the sky of everlasting blue,
In the shade of the olive trees, kiss of love,
We again, my friend, unite."

But there, alas, where the vaults of heaven
Shine in the blue splendor,
Where below crags, waters doze.
You fell asleep, with the final sleep.
Your beauty, your sufferings,
Disappeared in the urn of the grave.
The kiss of the meeting disappeared as well...
But I wait for it; it is beyond you...

Translation by Rebecca Sforza