My days slowly will be drawn,
And every moment in the melancholy heart increases
All sorrows of unhappy love
And all dreams of insanity disturbs.
But I am silent; my grumble is not heard;
I shed tears; tears are solace to me;
My soul, taken captive by sorrow,
Finds bitter enjoyment in them.
Oh life's hour!
Fly, I am not sorry for you,
Disappear in the darkness, an empty apparition;
The torment of my love is dear to me --
Let me die, but let me die loving!

Translation by Carrie Lascell