Oh, what bitter pleasures and sweet tortures,
What long agonies I suffer!
Passionate hate...

Flames, icy cold...
Tremors, madness and fear.
This is the pain that waiting brings to a loving heart!


Every echo, every shadow in the night,
Conspires against the one who waits.

My heart doubts,
Yet is consumed with fierce desire measuring the eternity of each minute...


Will he come?
Or has he forgotten me?
Is he rushing here?

Or is he repentant?
Here! Here he comes!
No, it is just the sounds of the river...

Perhaps the sound of rustling branches.
Oh, wandering star of the east, shine out!
Smile upon the universe,

And if he is not lying, escort my love to me!