You have known the vanities of this world, 
and now enjoy the grave’s last rest, 
if there is still pity in heaven, 
mourn over my sorrow 
and carry my tears 
at the Lord’s presence. 
Carlos will come! 
he must leave and forget… 
I’ve sworn to Posa 
to watch over him. 
He must fulfil his destiny, 
glory will show him the way. 
As for me, my day 
has already come to an end! 
France, noble land, 
so loved in my younger days! 
Fontainebleau! all my thoughts 
There I swore eternal love 
To God who heard me 
go to you! 
and eternity 
lasted only one day. 
O merry gardens 
of this Iberian land, 
if Carlos should yet 
stop here at the end of the day, 
let the tufts, the brooks, 
the fountains, the woods and flowers 
with their melodies 
sing of our love. 
Farewell, farewell golden dreams, 
lost hopes! 
The knot was cut, 
light has lost its splendor! 
Farewell, farewell, my younger years! 
Giving in under the cruel suffering 
my heart has only one desire: 
the peace of the grave! 
You have known the vanities 
of this world, etc. 
If there is still pity in heaven, ah, 
carry my sorrow at the feet of the Lord!