Sadly I gaze from the cliff

Sadly I gaze from the cliff

on the tide which separated us,

and with ardor my lips implore,

spare him, Elements!

Fear is my soul's master,

alas, and hope shrinks away;

only in dreams do spirits bring

tidings from my Beloved to me.

Which you, happy companions -

golden days of joy and pain,

tears of grief never forgotten,

alas, - you know not my pain!

Be kind to me, o nightly hours,

may rest descend upon my eyes,

gracious spirits, whisper tidings

from my Beloved then to me.