My heart is torn.
Where is the lovely moon today?
Where is the light falling on the flowing river?
Where are the melodies of the flute
which the shepherd used to play?
Where is the child which smiled all the way?
Where is the rose.. did it lose its colour today?
I hear only mourning women.
Did anybody die in the village?
Why is it all gloomy although the sun shines?
My heart is torn
My beloved, my heart is torn.
I need the oil of gladness.
Who will pour it into my grieving soul?
O God will you command an angel
to fly down into my misery
to embalm me with the oil of love?
I am so lonely.
I have no one in this busy world.
O come, O come heavenly beings,
hug me, kiss me, caress me and care for me.
For my heart is torn
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