Together, you and I,
Come, let us vanquish this torment,
Pray speak to me —
Who is this that torments,
Who is this that slowly devour,
Sighed in sorrow,
for fate, again had struck,
Its wounded heart with another,
Beg, burn, and weep,
Then when she come, she comes,
Riding in my dreams and my heart,
this, that torments
and mock my soul! What is
this longing in me that control!
What is … !