A keresés eredménye

The Nymph’s Lament

- O Love - she said,
Gazing at the sky, as she stood -
Where's the fidelity
That the deceiver promised? -
 
Poor her!
 
- Make my love come back
As he used to be
Or kill me, so that
I will not suffer anymore. -
 
Poor her! She cannot bear
All this coldness!
 
- I don't want him to sigh any longer
But if he's far from me.
No! He will not make me suffer
Anymore, I swear!
 
He's proud
Because I languish for him.
Perhaps if I fly away from him
He will come to pray to me again.
 
If her eyes are more serene
Than mine,
O Love, she does not hold in her heart
A fidelity so pure as mine.
 
And you will not receive from those lips
Kisses as sweet as mine,
Nor softer. Oh, don't speak!
Don't speak! you know better than that! -
 
So amidst disdainful tears,
She spread her crying to the sky

You are dead, my life

Versions: #2
You are dead, my life, and I still breathe?
You are gone from me
Never to return, and I should remain?
No, for if verses can do anything,
I will go in safety to the deepest abysses,
And having softened the heart of the King of shades,
I will bring you back with me to see the stars again:
Oh, if wicked destiny refuses me this,
I will stay with you, in the company of death.
Farewell earth, farewell Heaven and Sun, farewell.