Yet, if the wind breathe soft, the curling waves
   That break against the shore, shall lull my mind
   And scorn against all enemies prepared
   And with the food of pride sustained my soul
   In solitude
  
   Sad was I, to pain depressed
   Importunate and heavy load
   My destiny has found me here
   Upon this lonely road
  
   And many thousands now are sad
   Wait the fulfilment of their fear
   For I must die who is their stay
   Their glory disappears
  
   Now I am dead and gone, my friend
   Life's pain has come to end
   Your star will guide my soul
   To ride the winds above