Song XII (Continued) pg. 35

Whether I will return or perish, only God in Heaven knows

Call this girl, mother,

To [her] own to herself

            [My] heart, [my] son, your love,

            That’s [this] childlike girlfriend

            If I had the world in its entirety

            It would not be worth [my] son

May God repay your tears, mother

You will live happily again

Now my horse is neighing to [its] brothers

Be healthy, poor thing

Song [The] XIIIth

How elegantly, [How] happily they danced the Mazurka

And everyone was laughing all around me

I myself was thinking [up these] lines, she, at that moment,

Alas, however, [was] perhaps not [thinking] of me

            I myself was thinking that maybe, maybe

            A dream would remind her in some way of me there

            And I long[1] for a dream, sighed, O God!

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[1] Sic for “longed”?