O ashes of my beloved, the stingy tomb 
lit by my earthly sun is now my heaven. 
Alas, I grieve. I come to bury you in the earth. 
My heart is buried with thee, as my love is buried within my breast. 
And night and day, Glauco lives in tears, 
in fire, in pain, in bitterness and torment.

O rivers and you who hear Glauco, 
rend the air with cries over this tomb 
and these barren fields, with cries heard only by the Nymphs and the skies. 
Anguish became my food; tears my drink. 
Rocks are my bed where I dream of your beautiful breast
since the frozen earth has covered my beloved.

The sun will light the earth by night 
and the moon by day before Glauco will cease to kiss, 
to honor this breast which was 
the nest of love, now crushed by the weighty tomb. 
May the heavens be kind to him, now alone 
with the pain of his weeping.

Receive her, O Nymphs, in the lap of heaven. 
I look to thee, for the earth is widowed, 
deserted are the woods, and the rivers are filled with tears. 
The Dryads and the Nymphs 
echo sorrowful Glauco's lament 
and sing over his beloved's breast.

O golden hair, o delicate snowy breast, 
o white hand that heaven, envious, has stolen: 
though locked in this blind tomb,
who can hide thee? Ah, me! Poor earth - 
will thou hide the flower of beauty, the sun of Glauco? 
Ah muses, shed your tears.

Therefore, lovers, unleash a sea of tears; 
for do they not light the noble heart 
of this cold stone? Here the afflicted Glauco 
shouts Corinna's name to the skies, 
crying each hour to the winds and the earth: 
O Corinna! O death! O tomb!

Let words yield to tears, 
beloved breast. 
Let heaven give thee peace
and peace to Glauco, 
praying at thy honored tomb
and sacred earth.