O courage, O achievement, O fame,
I forgot all those on this sad earth,
when, in front of me on the table,
your face shone in a simple frame.
But the hour struck, you left the house.
I flung the dear ring into the dark.
You put your fate in another’s hands,
and I forgot your lovely face.
Days went by, circling, a cursed swarm…
Passion and drink tormented my life…
I remembered you before the altar,
I called to you, as if to my youth…
I called but you never looked back,
I wept, but you didn’t relent.
You wrapped yourself, sad, in a blue cloak,
from the house, to the wet night, you went.
O dear and gentle one, I don’t know
where you found shelter for your pride…
I sleep, I dream of that blue cloak
in which you entered the wet night...
I no longer dream of tenderness, fame,
that’s all over, my youth is past!
From the table, with my own hand,
I removed your face in its simple frame.