Alas, the golden vessel is broken! spirit flew away forever!
Ringing, wait longer! - the holy soul to swim in the fateful river;
What, Guy de Vir, are you a sire without tears? - sob yourself in reproach!
The whole world has faded, an idol in the grave, beloved Lenore!
Let them perform a rite over her - sing for peace! -
They grieve for the most royal - about such youth -
They create a doubly deceased anthem - a young deceased.
"You despised pride in her - only loved wealth,
When I fell ill from bitter days, they blessed me to death!
Who will perform the rite now? - what words to sing? -
Are you really - your black look - prickly rumor -
Who ruined the innocent - barely blooming? "
We are all sinners; but the sword is sheathed! And may it go back to God
Sunday choir in the midst of silence - from the dead away alarm.
Sweet Lenore appeared - with Hope behind her,
And you, sadly, mourn a child who has not become a wife.
Sorrows for her, that of all the more tender, cherished incorrupt dust.
Life is flowing, but not in the eyes, but only in the hair,
The flaxen strand is alive again - but death is freezing in the eyes.
"Away! Away! A rebellious spirit hurries from the demons, taking off
From Hell to the high place, up to Paradise,
Rejecting a moan before the light throne, soaring to the King of Heaven!
Yes, the ringing will cease - otherwise he will inflame her soul,
When it is full of bliss, it will soar above the world.
And I! - what peace in my chest! - I don’t want to sob,
"I’m glad to sing to her in the old way - and I'm flying with an angel!"