1. No doubt I’m forsaken, my life put to waste,
And banished from sight of my final resting place.

2. My love left me; I died of yearning's ache—
When patience failed me, its pact I did break.

3. When I am gone, cry aloud, O my sadness:
"Here lies a victim of firmness and gladness!"

4. The moon's full or slender, in freedom or chains—
It cares not for spilling the blood of its slain.