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We part forever from today,
Farewell beloved one;
And I, unto my death, your way
Will shun.


I care not now where you may go.
You can no more bereave me,
Today the sweetest girl I know
Does leave me.


Nor shall I as in former hours
Build Spanish castles high,
With star-lit windows, and with towers
Of sky.


When, shivering with bitter cold,
Through winter nights uncertain,
I watched lest you perhaps unfold
Your curtain.


O what delight to stroll with you
Beneath the flowering plum-trees,
When poured its light their branches through,
The moon.


How often did I secret pray
Swift night her sails would furl,
That we night thus forever stray,
Fair girl!


That I might catch with rapturous thrill
The words that you let fall,
And that today I barely still


For if today I part the veil
And see what time portended,
I feel that long ago the tale
Was ended.


And when the moon enrapts the streams
And trembles on the fen,
A thousand years have flown it seems
Since then..


For I no longer am confined
In that sweet country's spell;
Aye, I have left you far behind,

(Translated by Corneliu M. Popescu)

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