Sadly, carefully

Sadly, carefully,

dejected and in pain

I go, the sad lover,

abandoned by my loves

if not by love itself.

And my heart, enemy

of all my life desires,

finds neither life nor death,

neither remains behind nor goes with me.

Desperate, without a future,

without consolation or favor,

I go, the sad lover,

abandoned by my loves

if not by love itself.