Why I stared fixedly in your eyes only, Why I caressed your soft and tender palm of hand.
Mockery, this damned laughter thwarted my fate. Ah, this damned edge split the passion in me, But killed your love! Ah, how I regret my own deed and beg for forgiveness, Eros!
My tears flow down rough and dark bark of a tree, Which once was beauty and soft body yours. Among fingers the twigs I entwine and dream. I caress their leaves and touch of you seek in them.
I fall down in depths, In depths, from which isn’t return. In madness I seek the oblivion, I don’t want suffer anymore!
Throttles sorrow is now my gloomy friend, Friend torturing my parchedly longing soul. As shadow now I stray over meadow full of asfodels, Flowers, which seal up my fatal hopeless.
Where ends the affliction, I ask and look at heavens. Already I recollect only And the wreah start to wind.