In vain I’ve thought to hide, O, my enchanting friend,
The roughly cheated heart’s indifferent agitation.
You’ve understood me well – it’s passing by – my passion,
My love is coming to its end . . .
And they’re forever lost – the hours of exultation,
The blessed time’s changed by one, the hard,
Extinguished all youthful intentions,
And hope died in my heart.
                                                   1820
Translated by Yevgeny Bonver, March 22, 2005