But when they already stand on foreign
soil
And he has begun[1] to
live among foreign people
When a gloomy mist obscures the future
The present torments, or bores
And the past only bears forth in tears
Then tears are relief in sorrow
The only [relief] that I can manage, the
only [relief] that I feel
Is, in solitude, to think about you
Until the mainstay of the patient, the
faithful
God at last takes pity
And unites the separated forever
If we loved each other forever
How sweet the tears could be then
The sole translation of feelings
O my love! When will we, when
Will I cry such tears?
Because what could be, in this eternal
life,
Sweeter than to live with a faithful
companion
In sorrow, consolation, calm in accident
Salvation in tribulation, relief in
deficiency
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