To the country where war is waged

I

To the country where war is waged

My beautiful love departed.

It seems to my desolate heart

That I alone remain on earth.

When leaving, at our kiss goodbye,

He took my soul from my mouth...

Who is holding him back so long, O God?

There is the sun setting.

And I, all alone in my tower,

I still await his return.

II

The pigeons on the roof are cooing,

Cooing lovingly

With a sad and charming sound;

The waters under the large willows flow...

I feel ready to cry;

My heart, like a full lily, overflows

And I no longer dare to hope.

Here gleams the white moon.

And I, all alone in my tower,

I still await his return.

III

Someone is climbing the ramp rapidly.

Could it be him, my sweet love?

It isn't him, but only

My little page with my lamp.

Evening winds, veiled, tell him

That he is my thoughts and my dream,

All my joy and my longing.

Here is the dawn rising.

And I, all alone in my tower,

I still await his return.