The Wish

I shed my tears; my tears – my consolation;

And I am silent; my murmur is dead,

My soul, sunk in a depression’s shade,

Hides in its depths the bitter exultation.

I don’t deplore my passing dream of life —Vanish in dark, the empty apparition!

I care only for my love’s infliction,

And let me die, but only die in love!