If life dazzles your eyes with the brilliance of happiness,
Gives a vow of happiness,
And then betrays… lies… and the storm comes —
There is patience for misfortunes,
There is, for grief, a tear!
If the one with whom you were used to sharing all your secrets,
Whose hand you clasped,
Suddenly wrongs you or betrays you even for a moment —
There is, for revenge, a dagger,
For cursing, a tongue.
And to everything, for everything, there is, reviving anew,
In something, an answer…
Only nothing will quench blood full of passion…
There are no answering scales
Without love for love!
Beneath your balcony, how many black nights
I have guarded you against betrayal.
How many glances I have cast up to you,
How many cantilenas I have sung! —
No answering words!
I will wait… and go, when the heavens give back
The bright day to the earth…
But tomorrow I will not come back here…
There is, for grief, a tear,
For despair, poison!