I was told you were going far away

I was told you were going far away.

Ah, where do you go, my dearest love?

The day on which you depart, I would gladly know;

With tears will I grant you escort.

With tears will I moisten your path -

Think of me, and hope will glimmer for me!

With tears will I be with you everywhere -

Think of me - do not forget it, my heart!