When, when will the morning come

When, when will the morning come,

when, then,

will my life be released

from these bonds?

You my eyes,

so clouded by sorrow!

You saw only torment instead of love,

saw not one joy;

saw only wounds upon wounds,

agony upon agony inflicted on me;

and in my long life,

not one cheerful hour.

If it would only finally,

finally happen

that I would see the hour arrive

when I could no longer see!