O sunny daisies, how can thou be so
Blissful? Your yellow smiles do make my tears
Seem all the more despairing. Do you no
Know my dear father is dead at the hands
Of he that I have loved? Though, cruelly, my
Affections we forbidden. Hamlet, my dear
Sweet Hamlet. Thou that once was all the source
Of joy and love is now the root of all
My sorrows, all my pain. O Heaven is
There any way to cease this endless grief?
Can I no comfort find in even these
Sweet buds? E'en this old willow weeps as I.
Does she too know the sadness of the earth?
No longer I can use this guise of mine
Own madness, I shall not behind a mask
Of unsound mind conceal my feelings true.
O grief O grief please take me. No longer
Can I now wallow in this place of mine
Own blackest soul. O willow, willow, thou
Who doth still share my disconsolateness.
I see you weep as well. You drown your tears
In this here brook, for also it does mourn.
Here, have these garlands made by me, for they
Comfort me not. I do think, though, perhaps
That thou will find some in them. I soon shall
Have not a need of daisies, flowers weeds.
For I shall heed the willow's sad advice.
I fare thee well you sunny blossoms, keep
Thee in thy bliss. And fare thee well fair sad
Willow, methinks I too shall drown my tears
In this sad brook. Good bye my Hamlet dear,
Perchance our love could in a different life
Survive. And now my dearest father, I
Shall now see you once more. O weeping brook
I pray thee; take me in thy chilly arms
And end these grieving tears for good. Be my
Las mem'ry of this world. I fare thee well
Sweet life and welcome now this ceaseless sleep.
Fare thee well, fare thee well.