Ophelia, not sweet a nymph but vile wood wife
If but she was not like the water, molded
But that she could follow her heart, to me
So she may be what woman I did love
But true to women's whims she wanes like the moon.
Oh beautiful cursed moon! Why dost thou change?
Can thou not stay round? Show 'ring light on Denmark?
Why have you not but one true form
Sweet Ophelia!
But wait, what is that coming down from moon beams
The full moon comes and brings my lady back to me
All shining in her purity she stands
Oh vision for my madness called from my heart
Thy light of moon beams shines upon my face
Like light thy lady shines upon the raging river
Revealing what is in the recess of my soul
Sweet Ophelia!
My love for you is greater then my love for this life
But you are not my sweet Ophelia, no
If only fate could be within our favour
That I might love you here once more.