Sunset Near Ne’maren

I can hear her singing,
My wife,
My love and joy gone winging,
My life.
In the sunset near Ne’maren,
Where she shall not come again,
I may sit and sing,
And no man will hear me.

I can hear her laughing,
My wife,
Of joy and love deep-quaffing,
My life.
In the sunset near Ne’maren,
On which she shall not look again,
I may sit and look,
And no man will see me.

I can hear her weeping,
My wife,
For joy and love gone sleeping,
My life.
In the sunset near Ne’maren,
In which she shall not dance again,
I may sit and weep,
And no man will see me.

I can feel her waiting,
My wife,
Joy and love unabating,
My life.
In the sunset near Ne’maren,
On which I shall not gaze again,
I will rise and go,
And no man will ever know.