1. We yearn, though home no longer cheers us; yearning itself
Suffices him whom his loved ones' tombs call, though no answer comes.

2. Our friends are buried in the whirlpool of time past-
Whirlpools where no pact holds, no pledge.

3. By your lives! Days gone by rent our company.
There was no help for it; Fate divided us.

4. As for my heart's desire, since I visited you not,
It wanders astray, goes on alone, errs from the path.

5. My heart, where'er it longs, is like a bird
Beating its wings in fear, lost far from home.