Oh love, oh grief, the greatest curse of all,
why must you toy with my delicate heart?
We promised to love, till death do us part
then they took him from me and made him fall!
My lover now lies under stone and soil.
In peace eternal, may he always be.
His tender heart no longer beats for me;
for him, my heart still continues to toil!

Till now, after he passed, I've yet to go.
Till death and after, I've remained with him.
Sometimes I think, must grief afflict me still?
Would he want me forever in sorrow?
No! But mourning does not leave on a whim.
And so my heart still beats for him, until...