Octavian - translations added

When bow my forehead on my hand
My vagrant thought escapes from here
And think you're under my command,
For I'm your mistress, O, my dear!

If sigh crushed down my soul and broke my heart in two
And if I felt my tears were darkening my eye
I wouldn't mind at all, but thinking about you
I'd like that all my life to suffer and to cry.

Today, I'm hardly in command
Of my own soul, of my own heart,
And when I gently shake your hand
You get to know it from the start.

I'd like to come to you today
Alas, I don't know how,
I ask in vain, no one can say
How you are doing now.

I left, didn't look behind,
Without grieving too much time,
To erase you from my mind,
To forget your love sublime.

And if I were or not to die,
I'd feel like all of you, I'm sure,
A wink confined in sighs and cry,
Ghost among ghosts – and nothing more.

Ah! Go away, my bitter sigh,
Go, go away, for ever fly;

And that I wail, my sight is blurred,

Among slender yellow ears the cornflowers stately grow,
In the morning full of charm watch the sun's seductive glow;
Spellbound by their gentle look, with a longing pure, insane,
Thousands butterflies have come and descended on the plain.

You left, your longing lured your mind,
And went ahead, that was your lot,
My raging love you left behind
And quickly utterly forgot.

Ah! Run away, new lands pursue,
For if you loved me, you'd get stuck
And many plagues would fall on you
For in this life I have no luck.