Oh sink, sink your sorrow

"Oh sink, sink your sorrow,

My child, in the sea, in the deep sea!"

A stone rests well at the bottom of the ocean;

My sorrow, though, always comes up to the surface.

"And the love that you carry in your heart,

Destroy it, destroy it, my child!"

If the flower also dies when one breaks it off,

True Love is not so swift.

"And your constancy, your constancy,

It is only a word; into the wind with it!"

Oh, Mother - even if the rock splinters in the wind,

My constancy withstands it.