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80 Beckon in vain for her thou wilt,

My everlasting shame, my guilt!

Me forget thou shalt for aye,

But thee forget shall not I.

Shelter thou shalt receive from strangers,

Who'll say: Thou art none of ours!

Thou wilt ask, Where are my parents?

But for thee no kin is found!

Hapless one! With heart filled with sorrow,

Lonely amid thy mates,

Thy spirit sullen to the end,

Thou shalt behold fondling mothers.

A lonely wanderer everywhere

Cursing thy fate at all times,

Thou the bitter reproach shalt hear.&hellip;

Forgive me, oh, forgive me then!

Asleep! let me then, О hapless one

To my bosom press thee once for all.

A law unjust and terrible

Thee and me to sorrow dooms.

While the years have not yet chased

The guiltless joy of thy days,

Sleep, my darling, let no griefs bitter

Mar thy childhood's quiet life!