After a short while
you have mixed amongst my laughter
so much of your bitter poison,
[that it] overflows from my heart.
Be gone!
into your nights
go, alone to your torments.
Now they lie dormant,
they are silent; my sighs,
leave me, motionless
spread out on the tide,
o sleep,
scattered memory.
I fall when there's no one
who will notice me,
when I steal your affections,
it is gone, it doesn't matter what use it was.
Now they lie dormant,
they are silent; my sighs,
leave me, motionless
spread out on the tide,
o sleep,
(like ashes, [my] memory
scatters)
scattered memory.
Yet I pray...from the strange maelstrom....
Yet I pray...to be made mortal...
Now they lie dormant,
they are silent; my sighs,
leave me, motionless
spread out on the tide,
o sleep,
(like ashes, [my] memory
scatters)
scattered memory.