Say not he loves me as before, as truly, dearly
As once he did… Oh no! My life
He would destroy, he does destroy – though see I clearly
The trembling of the hand that holds the knife.
Resentment, anger, tears, a pain now fierce, now muffled –
I’m wounded, stung, and yet I love… He is
All of my life, but I… I do not live – I suffer…
How bitter is existence such as this!
As to a mortal foe, in dozes scant and meagre
The air I breathe he measures out.. Each breath
I take is painful, yet… I breathe, for fresh air eager…
But life … life slowly ebbs… I cannot ward off death.