Good-bye, my song — I, who found words for sorrow,
Offer my joy today a useless lute.
In the deep night I sang me of the morrow;
The sun is on my face and I am mute.

Good-bye, my song, in you was all my yearning,
The prayer for this poor heart I wore so long.
Now love heaps roses where the wounds were burning;
What need have I for song?

Long since I sang of all one loves and misses;
How may I sing today who know no wrong?
My lips are all for laughter and for kisses.
Good-bye, my song.