Pensively he reflected
The span of happiness has come to an end,
Ever since gray shafts beamed in my hair
Love’s river has let me down!
Sadly, I returned from its banks;
My thirst unquenched
I am unable to sail its waters;
My boat has lost its compass,
The shores are far and out of sight
I love you, dear girl, in spite of my deprivation.
My heart never so fondly throbbed for another
I spend my days choked by my own intense longings
Spare me the agony of recalling to memory
What to the past belongs
Your feverish reprove has oppressed my heart,
Already miserable by prolonged pain
Your innocence is like that of a little girl’s
Whose dreams are by sadness unmarred
Help bring back to me my lost tranquility,
And be gentle with my heart when alone we meet
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