Let calm yourselves, storms of fervent passion!
Sleep, hopeless broken heart here.
I weep bitter! I suffer hopelessly!
My sick soul is weary from this parting;
I suffer hopelessly, I weep very bitter,
All Tears cannot wash away this rooted grief.
In vain does expectance promise me surely happiness;
I do not believe, I do not believe in treacherous vows, nope!
So parting sweeps any love just away…
Like a relentless, menacing dream nightmarish
I see a happy rival in my sleep; permanently
And, secret and spiteful,
My Seething jealousy flares up graduately
And, secret and spiteful,
My hand scarcely reaches for a weapon.
In vain does jealousy whisper of betrayal;
I do not believe, I do not believe the treacherous slander.
I am happy: you are mine once more.
The sorrowful hard time will pass—and venished,
We will embrace each other again firmly.
And the resurrected heart will beat with passionate warmth;
And lips will merge tight with lips at passionate heat.