My heart has fallen downunder your feet;
Listening to your love-song
coming from the distant shore of the Atlantic ocean,
my heart has utterly been destroyed like the land
fallen prey to an earthquake,
and I, taking the flute of Orpheus at my hand,
have been obsessed in singing you day and night.
Eurydice, my Love, come back on my earth;
I shall see your flower-bloomed face
in the sunrise of morning again.
In the moonlight of night, I shall see again
your sweet smile flowing like a spring
among the hills.
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