What grief is like the grief of a lonely man?
Once I lived by the king that I loved.
And my arm was heavy of the rings, he gave to me.
And my heart was heavy of the love, he gave to me.
The countenance of the king is like the sun for all men close to him.

But now my heart is empty and I roam alone through the world.
The groves adorn themselves with gloom.
Trees and meadows become green, but the cuckoo, the sadest bard
laments the lonely grief of banishment.

Now my heart goes on the journey and searches for what I wouldn´t see again.
All faces will be the same to me, if I can´t see the face of my king again.
No land will distinguish from the other, if I can´t see the fields and meadows
at home again.

Therefore I rise myself and follow my heart!
Because what will be the meaning of the fields and meadows at home,
if I can´t see the countenance of my king?
And the weight my arm carries is only a golden bangle!
When the heart is empty from the burden of love.

And so I roam on the road of the fishes and the way of the great whale.
And across the great sea no one accompanies me.

Only the recollection of her - the one that I loved.
And the songs that I sang passionately.
I think of the cuckoo´s lament.

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