My heart is full of sadness

To love I try but vainly, in vain I strive to rouse me;

A dull and heavy languor benumbs my weary senses.

And nought from me will shake it, and nought will liberate me,

Forever must I weep, my heart is full of sadness.

I feel that thro' the dark gloomy hangings of mourning

An icy sense of death comes and chills this drear heart.

And I stay on my knees near a lonely grave

And I pass all my life 'mid such meditations dark.

You people who are fond on bitter thoughts of dwelling

Believe by probing griefs you could so console them

Believe also that silence beseems the best our graveyards

And where the ground is trod, no flowers e'er will grow.

Sometimes if you perceive, a pure regard concealing,

Sorrows that fate may hold in a distant future

Do not trouble those glances that seek for a star bright

And weep softly over orbs, extinct long ago.