Oh, accursed folly of mine!
What wretched heart that ceases to beat
Of loves I know more than one
Of loves I dare not see,
Of loves I know more than one,
Silently, silently.

Oh, dread that I should fall indeed!
What never-ending relapse of time
And loves I wish I knew not,
Fill my entire being with grief,
These loves I wish I knew not,
Tormenting, tormenting.

Oh, pitiful hope enchained!
What wrath I know to be mine,
Has chance to capture me again
As spirits cloud my weary eyes.
The relapse captures me once again,
And love is still the thief of time.

These loves I dare not see.