Embers of love

To conceal this flame here, this wild flame,

And all the pains that torment me,

Have I the power, when all the winds that blow about me

Recount the causes of my sorrow?

That I would strew even one grain of dust on your path,

How could you - o tell me - how can you slander me?

Accuse yourself, accuse the destiny

That reigns over all human souls!

Since that same eternal destiny ordained

That all shall select their own paths,

The locks of your hair were instructed

To steal from me my honor, beliefs and reason.