Now as I am to be bereaft of my troth
I cry aloud my last words of lost hope
A violent gust of wind is my frame of mind;
Fluxes like moisture through pores

I am unwilling to forgive
Him who depriev'd me of my life -
Gloaming the sequence -
A momentary view
Perishing intervals of rejoice -
My supreme happiness is lost!

Baleful emotions of fear - my body is the earth -
The earth is now destinéd to be made forlorn -
Forlorn from the enlivening energies
Am I not anylonger living?

In mournful silence I suffer -
In peace I now will rest
My hard-working hands
Are now reposéd

I close thee, my belovéd, into my heart -
Conceal thy memory in my inner sanctum
In my thoughts thou shalt forever be -
As a dear and precious remembrance
I'm dethronéd in the reign of entity -
My tears descend like of ebony -
Life is the theatre of tragedy -
Dying - I only feel apathy!
Dying - I only want sympathy!