So in this forest grove they bid me dwell
Under oak trees in this deathly barrow
Old is this feeling, all I do is yearn
The dales are dark and overgrown with briars
Joyless is this place, full often here
The absence of my kin, falls sharply on my soul!

Dear lovers in the world still they lie content
While I alone, at break of dawn must walk!

Under oak trees round this earthly cave
I remain the length of summer days
Where I weep my many hardships
Contrive to rest my careworn heart

All my loves are fatally outcast
Far off in some distant land
Frozen by storms and under stony cliffs
In desolate realms near torrid seas!

My weary heart must suffer all
And call to mind a stronger time
Grief must always be my friend
Of she who mourns for her beloved