When will my beloved come
To see his sad friend?
With beautiful flowers will be adorned
The beach, the sunny beach

But I do not see

But I do not see, and my beloved
Alas, does not come?
Alas, alas does not come?
Alas, alas does not come?

While to the breezes he will unfold
His flame, his laments
Gentle birds will teach you
Sweeter, sweeter accents

But, but I do not hear him

And who heard him?
Ah, my beloved has fallen silent

He has fallen silent
You to whom tired now already faith
My crying, compassionate echo
He returns, returns to you
Asks, asks for the bride
Quietly, he calls me, quietly alas
Quietly alas

No, he does not call me
Oh God, oh God he is not there

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