Look!  The white moon 
shines on the hills
The night breeze 
flows lightly to ruffle 
the charming womb of the peaceful lake.
Why, why in this hour 
so tranquil and sweet
Am I alone mute and thoughtful?  Here all 
is joy; The sky, the earth, 
all nature smiles at the enchantment.
Only the exile is condemned to weep.

And within my native air I also
Throbbed with hidden joy.
Oh, the memory of those happy times
Lives again in my ardent thoughts.
I race through grasslands, deserts, forests,
I observe scenes fragrant with flowers;
I wander through the dances and the festivals,
But pain was always my companion.

Now, what is left for me? Take away from my life
This force that makes me suffer.
Oh come, come death, I invite you
And my soul will return to its original delight!

Oh, then my native shore 
will not be barred to me!
In that air, on those waves 
my bared soul will fly;
I will kiss the beloved cheek 
of my dear parents
And my sad tears 
will be wiped away.