Oh this is the path,
Where the maiden had waked,
Somehow from my dear heart
Fortune has taken away.
Oh there she has gone
And yet playfully,
With another of her lovers
Converses.
Following her footsteps I,
Like a madman, ran,
Kissing with my tears
The dust beneath her feet.
Like a man drowning
Grasping at straws,
My eyes caught a glance of her
For a moment.
And like a diver of pearls
At the bottom of the sea,
Hastily so my ear did catch
All her words.
Oh this is the path
That is unraveling,
And my poor heart
Does break apart.
Laid it low to the bottom
That heavy feeling:
Here forever is lost
The sence of your being.
Everything that is most valuable,
Most beloved,
With what my soul did live,
Here is lost!
With what my soul did live,
With what it was proud...
Oh may this path,
Burst into flames!
Source: http://poetry.uazone.net/default/pages.phtml?place=franko&page=lystia20
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