The unhappy one
Charles Camille Saint-Saëns
It matters not to me whether
The tree of ruined hopes blossoms,
If God wishes it to wither
Without ever bearing fruit.
They say love is intoxication!
But I pity those it oppresses.
Look at the poor lovers
In their eternal torment!
Day and night their hearts are drowning
In sighs and tears!
One sighs with joy,
And the other with sorrow.