Slowly my days drag by
and each instant multiplies in my sad heart
all the woes of unhappy love
and stirs up dreams that are madness.
But I am silent; unheard is my complaint
I shed tears; tears are a comfort.
my soul, the prisoner of longing,
finds in the a bitter joy.
O! Lifes hour run on, I've no regret.
disappear in darkness, empty specter.
Dear to me is the torment of my love;
No matter that I die, but let me then die loving.