Separation

O, my sweetheart, we must part,

hope is no more on Earth;

it almost shatters both our hearts;

dearest treasure, oh! Weep not so bitterly.

Give me a kiss

before I must leave you,

oh! How heavy is my heart in its love.

See, the brooklet ripples at your feet,

Little swallows build nests at your window;

all can greet you tenderly

and I must be apart and alone.

Pick a rose for me

from your bouquet,

that I have something from you, on it I'll weep.

I will ask the moon and sun about you,

as you'll also see them over the distant sea,

every night I'll wish you ``good-night'',

as if I were still here with you.

Give me a last kiss

before I must leave,

God be with you, my treasure, I'll see you never again.