English Rendering
A pale face with hair grey,
When can I go home without care?
No word's received from my friends old or new,
Only the songstress fair
Comes to sing for me a song of adieu.
On leaving the pavilion, with sobs she sings;
The chilly breeze a drizzling rain to my cheeks brings.
Don't use your handkerchief to wipe your tears away!
Let them fall on your silken sleeves!
When we meet again, I know how it grieves.
