In the bloom of youth, life betrayed youfrom this fragile world, in its arms it swayed you.In the bloom of youth, you, my dear,left us in sorrow, with no explanation.
At the most beautiful age, when life brought delightit cast you from its arms so the earth would rejoice.A mother you became, cruelty shook you,along with renewal, the earth rejoiced in you.
My eyes have run dry, my tears are all spentby the stones of your grave, surrounded by flowers.My longing journeys back to our childhood yearsto see you just once with the eyes of love.
I will come to your grave to ease my longingto ask you, for you to ask me, and let the tears flow.To lay a bouquet of flowers, to remember how you wereplucked from the life you had only just begun.
A handful of earth I will take from your graveto kiss it, to ease my longing, to let my soul rest.I know you will hear me, I have so much to sayI will speak, my dear, though you are no more.
I wish I could hold you tight in my armsjust as we did when we were children.But I know it is in vain, my thoughts only tire meyou will never return, my cousin.
And so I will live with the image of our childhoodto keep you close in my longing heart.I will remember the good times, but the memories break offonce again longing grips me and the words choke me.
