
Complaint of the Absence of Her Love Being Upon the Sea (Modern English Version)
O happy ladies, who can embrace
The fulfillment of your joy,
Help me mourn my woeful state
And the heavy burden I bear.
I once rejoiced in the good fortune
Of my sweet chosen love;
Good ladies, help me lift my mourning voice.
On a ship, loaded with memories
Of thoughts and pleasures past,
He sails—the one who holds
My life while it lasts;
With burning sighs, for lack of wind,
His hope is his only sail,
As he heads toward me, the safe port of his desire.
Alas! How often in dreams I see
Those eyes that fed my soul;
Which once delighted me so much,
They still bring me joy;
So I wake as if with his return,
Whose absent passion made me burn;
But when I realize he’s gone, Lord, how I mourn!
When other lovers, in each other’s arms,
Rejoice in their greatest joy,
I drown in tears, mourning my loss,
Standing through the bitter night
At my window, where I can watch
How the clouds flee before the wind.
Look—what a sailor love has made of me!
And when green waves, as the salty sea,
Rise up with raging wind,
A thousand worries, in that moment,
Assault my restless mind.
Alas! Now my sweet enemy is drowned—
He who stole my heart away
And left me; but, alas, why did he do that?
And when the sea grows calm again
To chase my troubles away,
My uncertain hope still causes pain;
So fear cuts off my joy.
Thus my happiness is mixed with sorrow,
And every thought brings new doubt:
“Now he’s coming! Will he come? Alas, no, no!”