I have no tears for you, lovers,
only my eyes cry out.
I have no wish to give,
I'm shaken to the root.
I have no need to weep,
some sympathy but no pain
and nothing left for him who keeps
his heart to give again.
I've got a sorrow for no one
and tears for something else
and a mind and a heart that are finished
thinking of what it is
those rule who can give and get,
the country they came from,
how it all would have turned out
if they had never left home.