I can no longer talk about martins
I no longer know about the smell of undergrowth
I will never harvest asphodels again
My sky and earth, they're you
I no longer experience the thrill of bleaks
In the pond water there are
Whirlpools that are making me dizzy
That don't stop talking to me about you.
I will no longer go to the fields, my turtledove
I will no longer see the colour of summers
I no longer need as much light
He is my sun and my wheat
And when night will stretch over the world
I will wait, I will stay here
Because I know the stars that fall
Trailing behind them long wishes of joy.
O my love, my everything, my refrain
My little child and the best of me
Carry me, like a queen is carried
Because now I have nothing but you
I have given you my bouquets of asphodel
My ponds, my wheat and my woods
All my past is gone and flies away
I give you everything to give myself to you.