I have lost my soul's delight,
Sweet songbird, dark nightingale:
I would follow her in flight.

She has fled and vanished quite.
Still I search, to no avail.
I have lost my soul's delight.

All my world is gloom and blight.

Without her, my strength grows frail.
I would follow her in flight.

Now I see the cold sad sight
Of stars in heaven, and I wail:
I have lost my soul's delight.

Sleepless till the morning light
Turns the sky indifferent pale, 
I would follow her in flight.

Heaven's splendour, once so bright,
Now appears wretched and stale.
I have lost my soul's delight;
I would follow her in flight.