Morna, you that I have known
Since I was nothing but a child nestling against my mother’s breast
When I go, it is you, o morna
that I would still wish to hear!
Your vigour
Captivates my heart,
Ah, if only I could
Quench my thirst at the cup of your melody!
I am the prisoner of your spells,
Damned by your curses,
And my breast is crushed by your obsessive presence:
But that doesn’t prevent me from loving you, o morna!