Ah, turn away this gaze
Rudolph Bergh
Ah, turn away this gaze, turn away your face!
Don't fill my heart with ever renewing passion,
With ever renewing grief!
Whenever my tortured soul rests,
And my hot blood ceases to course with so feverish a frenzy
In my veins -
A ray, a fleeting one, of your light,
Awakens the entire fury of my woe,
That like a serpent, stings my heart.