O wärst du mein, es wär' ein schönes Leben!
So aber ists Entsagen nur und Trauern,
Nur ein verlornes Grollen und Bedauern;
Ich kann es meinem Schicksal nicht vergeben.
Undank tut wohl und jedes Leid der Erde;
Ja! meine Freud' in Särgen, Leich' an Leiche,
Sind ein gelinder Gram, wenn ichs vergleiche
Dem Schmerz, daß ich dich nie besitzen werde.
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- CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , copyright © 2020, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- DUT Dutch (Nederlands) [singable] (Lau Kanen) , copyright © 2019, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- ENG English (Emily Ezust) , "To *", copyright ©
- FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , "A *", copyright © 2009, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
Research team for this page: Emily Ezust
[Administrator] , Johann Winkler
This text was added to the website: 2004-05-08
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Word count: 65
Ah if you were mine, it would be a finer life,
But instead it is only renunciation and grief,
only wasted lament and regret.
I cannot forgive my fate.
Ingratitude is good, and all the sorrow on earth;
Yes, my joys in coffins, corpse upon corpse -
All these are small griefs when I compare them to
The agony that I will never possess you.