Adieu, thou dearest of my heart
—Our trysting stars depart.
The Pisan ships do not delay
To hurry to some distant mart,
Their treasure clasped away.

The merchant placed thee on the scales
—Pure love did not prevail.
I never trusted mortal banks,
For thou wast not for mortal sale—
But with thee my heart sank.

What weight prove vows should girls forget
Their debtors who have spent
Themselves of every effort and are poor?
And striving have accrued still debt—
But they have nothing more.

In Italy the world is bright
—Forget the Lévant nights,
When love a foolish heart did lead
And broke it in the soft moonlight
Beside Lake Galilee.