(From Lord von Aehrenfeld)
Translated by Ed Bernthal

I am sad unto death,
But can not confide in anyone.

Sad, I lay me down,
Sad, I get up again.

Far away from me is my loved one,
In a foreign place, in the war.

If he would know what I am suffering,
He would come and comfort me.

Still, he might possibly say:
Be quiet, girl, don’t cry.

I am for you, and for your
Sweet beauty so very sorry.


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