Roland?
I have nothing but my sorrow and I want nothing more.It has been, it still is, faithful to me.
Why should I begrudge it, since during the hourswhen my soul crushed the depths of my heart,it was seated there beside me?
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you,because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being.You are like those who never leftthe sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved:because I know that on the day of my final agony,you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow,so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.https://i.postimg.cc/nzMzdYnK/i.jpg