Classic Poem

Do not linger, Death, for I am dying;
come, so I may live with you;
love me, because I love you,
for with your coming I hope
not to struggle with myself.

There is not, by any means,
a remedy to make life happy,
because my grave wound
has come from such a place
that only you can be my remedy.

Come, then, because I am dying;
look for me, because I follow you;
love me, because I love you,
and with your coming I hope
not to keep life in myself.


With a painful care,
discontent, sorrow and pain,
I depart, a sad lover,
forsaken by all my loves,
by my loves, but not by love.

And my own heart, enemy
of what my life desires,
neither finds life nor dies,
nor remains, nor goes with me;
without fortune, wretched,
without comfort, without favor,
I depart, a sad lover,
forsaken by all my loves,
by my loves, but not by love.