I loved you; even now I may confess, Some embers of my love their fire retain; But do not let it cause you more distress, I do not want to sadden you again. Hopeless and tongue tied, yet I loved you dearly With pangs the jealous and the timid know; So tenderly I loved you, so sincerely, I pray God grant another love you so.

Don't be sad, don't be angry, if life deceives you! Submit to your grief - your time for joy will come, believe me.

I want to understand you, I study your obscure language.

As long as there is one heart on Earth where I still live, my memory will not die.

Unrequited love is not an affront to man but raises him.

My dreams, my dreams! What has become of their sweetness? What indeed has become of my youth?

Sad that our finest aspiration, Our freshest dreams and meditations, In swift succession should decay, Like Autumn leaves that rot away.