Dear, you will soon forget me,
You I shall ne’er forget,
You’ll find new loves for old ones,
For me love’s sun is set.

New faces soon will greet you,
You’ll choose yourself new friends,
New thoughts you’ll get and haply
New joy to make amends:

While I in silent sorrow
Life’s joyless way shall go,
And how I love and suffer
Only the grave will know.

Translation by P.E. Matheson