Now as I am to be bereaft of my troth

I cry aloud my last words of lost hope.

A violent gust of wind is my frame of mind;

Huxes like moisture through pores.

I am unwilling to forgive

Him who depriev'd me of my life -

Gloaming the sequence -

A momentary view.

Perishing intervals of rejoice -

My supreme happiness is lost!

Baleful emotions of fear - my body is the earth -

The earth is now destined to be made forlorn -

Forlorn from the enlivening energies.

Am I not anylonger living?

In mournful silence I suffer -

In peace I now will rest.

My hard-working hands

Are now reposed.

I close thee my beloved into my heart -

Conceal thy memory in my inner sanctum.

In my thoughts thou shalt forever be -

As a dear and precious remembrance.

I'm dethroned in the reign of entity -

My tears descend like of abony -

Life is the theatre of tragedy -

Dying - I only feel apathy!