90 (we two lay sunk in)

WE TWO LAY sunk in the dusk of dreams;

the time of awakening has come

waiting for the last word from you.

Turn your face to me

and with a tear-dimmed glance

make the sorrow of parting

ever beautiful.

The morning will appear with its early star

on the far-distant sky of loneliness.

The pain of this farewell night has been captured in my vina-strings,

the lost glory of love will remain woven in my visions.

Open with your own hands the door

towards final separation.

 

 

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