Must there be a parting

Must there be a parting

That will cause true hearts to break?

No, that I do not call living:

Dying is not so bitter.

When I hear a shepherd's flute,

Inside I grieve;

When I gaze at a sunset,

I think passionately of you.

Is there then no true love?

Must there be pain and parting?

If I'd remained unloved

I would then have at least a glimmer of hope.

But so I must now lament:

Where is Hope, but in the grave?

Far away must I bear my misery,

In secrecy, my heart breaks.