Thou, of my ugliest despair, know
Though thy love and care grow;
Through my darkness thou seek,
For fragments of a profitable tale,
From my clearest days of love
Which pain repelled to remove
So withered they silent and weak
Deeper in dark abyss of a deep dale.
Flutter not nor float to speak.
Lone forgotten to die below.
Alas, thy pure heart and pride,
Thy beauty and perfume at my side,
The pleasure thy touch does bring,
Thy childish smiles when you sing,
Thou have lived for me and tried,
And I have lived for what thou tried,
Thy sighs, sweet words and gentleness
Are drowned in my dark sadness.
I‘ve witnessed the death of thy strife,
And observed mine in my paralysed life.