Leave me be, here alone

Return, little birds, to your nest

While my soul and pain

I Breathe out upon this shore

I want no one else with me

Save for a frigid rock

And my fatal martyrdom.

Leave me to die.

Sweetest sirens

Who with pious songs 

Sweeten my sorrows,

Soften my weeping

Go elsewhere to swim

Dampen the waves

Crude scorn, and their ire

Leave me to die.

Calmest winds

Return to your cave

Only my harsh lament 

Remain with me

Not calling on your whispers

I wish, lonesomely

To finish my pain

Leave me alone to die.

Happiest lovers

Return to your beauteous delight

Ferrel beasts, birds or fish 

Flee from this sad aspect

Only the sweetness of death

Shall open its doors

To this final languishing

Leave me to die.

Most avaricious eyes

That spill on point of death

The bitterest of rivers

Your pity comes too late

I already feel myself fail

Oh eyes, greedy

And slow to comfort me

I am now dead and without blood.

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