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.
