O, sleep well so deserving dear princess of the dark night
Dream your dreams of passion as you hold your pillows tight
You feel always the imprint of his head as if he yet lay there
In this fantasy of sweet dreams sleep you well without a care
Let not the roaring train of your vanished youth disturb your slumber
Count not the passing time or tally all the solitary years in number
For your lonely existence shall soon pass and all your sadness done
There is but one last journey left, dear sleeping princess, only one