Dream of my own past days

Dream of my own past days,

That are now distant,

Daughter of my daughter,

You, my sweet child,

Take, before the weary one

Is covered by the shroud,

Take into your dew-fresh life

My blessing.

You see me grey of hair,

Haggard and pale,

Like you, I was once

Young and delightful,

I loved, as you love,

Like you, I was a bride,

And you too shall age,

As I have become grey.

Let time in haste

March on and on,

Only guard abidingly

The treasure of your bosom;

What once I said,

I do not take it back:

Happiness is only love,

Only love is happiness.

When him whom I loved

I laid into the grave,

I kept my love

Faithfully guarded within myself;

Though my heart was broken,

My courage remained strong,

And the ashes of old age

Still cherish the holy flame.

Take, before the weary one

Is covered by the shroud,

Take into your dew-fresh life

My blessing:

If your heart must break

May your courage remain steadfast,

May the pain of love

Then be your greatest treasure.